The house fell silent on the day he left The house fell silent and we were bereft No footsteps running down the stairs (As though invaded by a troop of bears) No hugs or kisses on top of my head No disappearing forks or staying in bed No surprise breakfast or cups of tea No sudden lectures on life at sea No rubbing my feet or hugging me quick No clearing up when the dog’s been sick No “I love you” or “love you too!” The house fell silent and so did you.
We waited hoping you could survive We wanted you awake as well as alive But the house fell silent when you left And then you were gone and we are bereft.
We are bereft and you are dead We can’t remember all you said All you said and all your love All that life in heaven above (You don’t believe in that we know But we hope that heaven is where you’ll go) All your creations and all your care All your mess in your private lair All your energy and all your you… And all your loud opinions too. The house fell silent on the day you left Our hearts are broken; we are bereft.
My son died on 18 July after an accident on his bicycle.