Aug 2015
He bounced atop my stomach to
Drums
Reverberated concrete chasms.
He beamed a’brilliant with each and
Every
SMASHED! Cymbal, the thunder!
He’d only giggle ‘morrow
Now;
So passed the tears of procession.
I’d hold him tightly, he’d warm, he’d
Hug,
And know no bereavement today.
With eyes wandering left, darting
Right,
Both body and beloved pass by.
I envy him. I worship him, I was
Him
The day before I’d ever know death.
Drums
Reverberated concrete chasms.
He beamed a’brilliant with each and
Every
SMASHED! Cymbal, the thunder!
He’d only giggle ‘morrow
Now;
So passed the tears of procession.
I’d hold him tightly, he’d warm, he’d
Hug,
And know no bereavement today.
With eyes wandering left, darting
Right,
Both body and beloved pass by.
I envy him. I worship him, I was
Him
The day before I’d ever know death.
Passed a funeral today with my son; he knew no death, he simply smiled, giggled and enjoyed life more than most. I miss those days; if only I could remember them.
