A Grief Observed
by Bruce • December 19, 2020 • Writings • 0 Comments
i did not know
when that day came
that every day after
would be stained
that time
forever forward
would be torn by
this wound
that will never close
i revisit photos
to look into your eyes
to hear your voice
and to watch you
laugh
worry
tease
feel
play
learn
listen
and to watch you
grow
when
you embraced life
and gave what you had
to it
and i feel the warmth
that you were
the light
my boy
the light
that you were
alive
exuberant
strong
expectant
engaged
arriving
until it came
but then it came
that day
that ended
all the rest of yours
and that stole
you from me
for the rest
of mine
my son
my son
every morning
i look for you
and then
i remember to breathe
i did not know
when that day came
that every day after
would be stained
with this ache
that will not leave
and this hunger
to find you
to see you
to feel you
to save you
my beloved son
my heart left with you
my heart left with you
my beloved son
my beloved son
– for lr