God, all night long I miss him
Lying half asleep-my concious
memory lost
I wonder if he tossed the
blankets off
Or if the rain is blowing on his sill
Or if he's ill-my baby
And often waking, I find myself
beside his bed,
Stooping to kiss the little tousled
head that is no longer there
I stand and stare with streaming
eyes
At that smooth pillow and unruffled
spread
Remembering slowly that my son is
dead
All day long I listen for his step,
His whistle and his sweet, uncertain
song
I listen until the silence tightens 'round
my throat
Oh God, you know
I'd give my life to hear his voice again.
To feel once more, the touch of his young
eager hand.
To stand and watch him play,
And I feel the pride leap in me like a
flame
I'd give my life, I say-and yet I wouldn't
I must stay right here and do my job,
till I have earned the right to go away.
The past has passed
I loved him-yes!
But love is not a toy
To satisfy one's private pride and joy
No-love's a part of that eternal plan
By which God manifests himself to man
And we who love must also dare to keep
the faith
When those we love are lost,
Least weaker spirits, watching, should cry
out that love's not worth the cost.
And so my Father, take my grief today as
tribute to the glory you sent away
I lay my little son within your arms, safe now,
forever, from the hurt and harm.
He would have known, had he lived
I give him up
I drink the bitter cup reserved for
those who dare to love and lose
Forgive our fears!
There is a nobler duty facing us than tears.
It is our proud and shining mission to express
Love's rare, abiding pride and loveliness
We, only, who have lost, can know that
love is worth
Whatever it may cost.
Reason for writing:
what inspired me to submit this poem is that I don't know who wrote this. I found it in an old newspaper clipping. I would like to know who wrote it and I feel that the whole world should be able to read this poem. If you have any idea who wrote it please please mail me.
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