Reserved
Every hour of every day
Every week and every month
This place is oh so special
For it belongs now to my son
Know one can touch it
Its a place thats just for me
Somewhere i can go to
Somewhere i can heal
When im sad and lonely
When i feel so out of touch
When i feel grief taken over
Thats when i feel his love
So much
I feel his very presence
Yet i know that i cant stay
So i take his escence with me
When i turn and walk away
I talk to him often and grieve
For him still
Its a gap in my heart
That can never be refilled
So sweetest darling stephen
My pride my life my joy
Know that your mother
Loves you no matter
Where you are
One day you will awake
As i walk slowly by
Thats when i,ll be with you
It will be hello and not
Goodbye
Author notes
i wrote this for my son who died in aguest he will always own that piece of my heart that no one ever will he was my first born he made me a mummy first and thats something you will never forget he was age twenty when he died but it feels like yesterday taking him home as a new baby life is so presious never take it for granted love for today for there may never be a tommorow
A contest entry
- Swift Rhymers by Ken-Maverick.
700 points, ended February 26, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
WHAT DO YOU THINK
Comments
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Evelyn this so beautiful and touching and sad. I can feel your pain in this poem. It is beautiful how you show us the place in your heart for Stephen and how you think of him every hour of every day. The love of a mother's bond can never be broken not even by death. You are coming up on your one year anniversary soon. It is an extremely difficult day to get through. Ben's 1 year anniversary was last week (July 14) and I am still reeling from it. I hope you can feel all of the love, prayers and support I am sending you. You are an amazing woman, mother and poet!


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JUDGED!!
I think i have something stuck in my eye.
This is sad, very sad but beautifully penned, well done. All the best to you in the contest
Ken -
I'm so sorry for your loss. This is an exquisite poem full of feeling and sadness and that piece of heart that can never me replaced. Just watch your grammar and you'll be fine.
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oh my
Evelyn.. Im so very sorry...
((((((Evelyn))))))) you made me cry, every word is a mother's quiet cry.. I feel you.. such pure, potent love it that of a mother, It will last forever. and I know we will see them again.. maybe Hope is keeping him busy, running around and playing!!
My love
RareFlower

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R.I.P. Stephen, loved forever.
Sheila






