I bury my son the rain falls cold wet and miserable I reach for something to say but I am dumb struck so by your demise
We dressed you in your sweatshirt and trainers the clothes had your smell about them I waited for you to speak βHi Dad I'm homeβ but there was only silence
I wake in the middle of the night with thoughts of you and what we might do that day then a wave of remembrance sweeps over me and I remember you are dead
A handful of soil is my final act which spatters where your face should be the rain quickly turning it to mud
I turn away and see you in the distance watching us as salted rain runs off my nose
I want to cry out your name and ask why? why and how we came to this a father laying his son to rest as the world carries on with it's own business oblivious to our grief Goodbye my son I may forgive God in time A long, long time