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 Deep Poetry



DonatePrivateId: 8312.04.2008
By:  GHKadmin  
My Son My Son.
The pink carnations we planted
Are blooming early this year
As if on cue, to remind me of you
Stirring sweet memories so dear
There is no cure to soften this blow
My son, my son, I miss you so

This time I live tells me to carry on
Birthdays and Christmas are hard to bear
This breathless heart, is tearing apart
It is not enough that I care
I remember your eyes so bright the glow
My son, my son, I miss you so

You came to me as a third child
So special was the bond we had
Now you are gone, life is hard to live on
Being with you was my life so glad
Will this longing ever cease I don’t know
My son, my son, I miss you so

Selfish now it sounds to be
I thought to end my life be with you
Your two sisters, need my kisses
More so now than I ever knew
From here to the road is only a stones throw
My son, my son, I miss you so

The day they came told me you’d gone
You were only six years old
Riding home from play, with your friend that day
The driver never saw you I was told
A plunging knife in my heart so low
My son, my son, I miss you so

How many years will pass by now
Before my life is healed in part
Could my daughters sons, be the ones
To remind me of your beautiful heart
Faith now I have to grow
My son, my son, I love you so

I think of you night and day
Kiss you in my dreams
At heavens gate, there for me wait
I will hold you for eternity it seems
You will say momma don’t squeeze me so
My son, my son, I love you so
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