Four years How time flies But a million years Will not erase The pain I feel inside A little grave A little stone Babyland is what they call Your home How unjust that there are So many That they create A special cemetary How many others have cried So many tears How many others have witnessed Their own fears Their own nightmares Unfold right before their eyes How frightened I was That terrible night But that night I will not Think about I will not cry Nor let it out The pain is sharp And always hard Will it ever ease? Four years ago My life crashed down Four years ago My life was ending And now today I sit and think Of what you would be like today What would you look like? What would you say? You'd be getting ready to Start school Learning your ABC's But what could I have Given you A mother at only fourteen So many memories So many dreams Four years ago today My son was taken from me
Reason for writing:
I wrote this several years ago on my son's birthday. It's almost that time of year again so I thought I would share it. This Sunday is also the Compassionate Friends World Wide Candle Lighting Ceremony. If you have lost child or brother or sister or just want to support someone who has, you are invited to light a candle at 7p.m. your time, where ever you are and burn it for an hour in remembrance. Check out www.compassionatefriends.com for more info.
Birth sign: Libra
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