You Can'T Have My Son

From a boy of seven As i grew through the years In the back of my mind That constant fear Memories of my brother Been knocked down Brought nightmares and horrors In memory drown Adult life reached Kids born and growing But when that Wednesday came Past memory showing The call that i dreaded Had come that day Your son's been knocked down On his bike, as he played In my office at work I fell to my knees Thinking back to those angels Release him please Hospital i reach Tears in my eyes Now I'm the father History cries Cubical entered And the sight i see Is my son Liam Crying for me I got knocked off my bike I have a hole in my leg As i thought of the angels Who heard what i said Crying like my father At his sons hospital bed " Dedicated to the angels who released my son that Wednesday " http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php