In memory of:
Michael shaun Whitaker
12/2/89 to 3/17/08
'Oh dear boy, ...another gone
a mother weeps from dusk til dawn
In her broken sleep she patiently awaits
with a wounded heart in dire straits
Too see your face again and hold you near
it never stops, "That endless tear"
A son full of dreams that never came
anyone that knew you will never be the same
you're to young my friend to leave this earth
it was just yesterday it was your birth
Sweet memories of you will never die
as so many bow their heads and cry
Prayers to the heavens are sent with care
to a beautiful son with a soul so rare!
Adding your comment:
This is a heartbreaking poem, brimming with love, sorrow, loss, understanding, empathy. I know you've been there, and this shows so poingnantly in your words. No-one understands in sharper relief than someone who has lived the experience, and in this respect, dear Poet, my heart goes out to you all.
