Oct 2013
these golden days
with cool, crisp air
finds me dreaming
of days more fair
when our golden boy
raked golden leaves
your work now ceased
you rest in sleep
i looked out today
on an autumn-colored lawn
but you’re not there
they say you’ve gone
where once you stood
on grass so green
now lies a stone
you rest beneath
the seasons change
while I cannot
for without goodbyes
my heart’s in knots
my fall is passing
my eyes still weep
my winter dead ahead
while you rest in peace
*rest, my sweet son
rest in peace
with cool, crisp air
finds me dreaming
of days more fair
when our golden boy
raked golden leaves
your work now ceased
you rest in sleep
i looked out today
on an autumn-colored lawn
but you’re not there
they say you’ve gone
where once you stood
on grass so green
now lies a stone
you rest beneath
the seasons change
while I cannot
for without goodbyes
my heart’s in knots
my fall is passing
my eyes still weep
my winter dead ahead
while you rest in peace
*rest, my sweet son
rest in peace
today the sun came out for a few late afternoon hours to highlight the autumn colors collecting on our green front grass. seeing it, i grabbed my camera to snap a photo and while doing so was instantly taken back to a similar fall day four long years ago, our Daniel’s last Fall, when he enthusiastically raked these vibrant colors of orange, red, gold, brown and rust, into mounds of beauty cascading across the yard. we memorialized the moment that day with a cherished photo of he in his wool stocking cap, rake in hand amidst a sea of color.
like color contrasts create turbulent beauty, so life when contrasted with loss shows the beauty that was, making the ache all the more poignant.
i miss you... terribly, Son!
like color contrasts create turbulent beauty, so life when contrasted with loss shows the beauty that was, making the ache all the more poignant.
i miss you... terribly, Son!
