You are twenty-three,
but you were eighteen
And I see, every moment--
the pseudo moments of you.
The memory of holding you,
the tears of my childbirthing!
The lulling lullaby
of you growing up.
But now, you are gone.
A car crash drove you right to Paradise.
But whispering in my mind
are the sweet echoes of motherhood.
So here is the message to a dead son,
who is also a living, and loving, memory.
Happy Birthday, Bubba.
Author notes
This is written from...well, the mother's perspective. I hope this is a fitting thing to enter. I wanted it to be a memorial, in a way, with soft vestiges of happiness.
TwiSe
A contest entry
- A Poem In Memory Of My Deceased Son For His 23rd Birthday "contest" by TexasMomma.
875 points, ended March 31, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
please tell me what to improve
Comments
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very nice write ... thank you for penning this for me and my son and yes all I have left are memories, that is something no one can ever take away...good luck in the contest and God Bless you!
hugs,Ellan
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so sad. I am going to cry. I hate when young people get ttaken from this earth so young. I wsh I knew why, but only God knows that
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Wow, a very potent piece, and you made this filled with love.
Nothing like the memories of a loved one, I know.
Peace, -Timothy aka poeticweaver~
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