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
“Hi Dad I'm home”
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
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC
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
“Hi Dad I'm home”
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
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