What You Could Be
I look at him, same age as you,
when death snatched you out of the blue.
He’s just 15, but teachers say,
that he will make it big one day.
I touch your photo, hold it too,
each time I pass, your place, your room.
It looks just like it did that day
when Hell took you and life away.
I see him grow, a brilliant smile,
when he creates, he dreams, compiles.
The things I wish that you could see.
I wonder, Babe, what you could be?
It’s just so wrong that you aren’t here.
I see your face, your eyes, your fear.
Still, no one knows, but you and me,
The truth about what you could be.
I pray the day will not be long,
When something might take up the wrong.
And somehow just, please let me see.
The beauty of what you could be.
The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap said,
October 17, 2013 @ 11:37 pm
So poignantly sad. Wish it were different. So sorry.
Sandra Bennett said,
October 18, 2013 @ 2:34 am
You shall see him again, of this I am sure…He already knows how proud you are of him.
Judy said,
October 18, 2013 @ 2:47 am
Your words are honest and heartfelt, but I wish there was one adjustment. When you wrote: “Hell took you and life away.” Your son is not in Hell – but you are. I wish you could dispel the anger and fury in your heart with all that love you have for him. One day. . .
Lucid Gypsy said,
October 18, 2013 @ 6:00 am
A beautiful but very sad tribute.
The Presents of Presence said,
October 18, 2013 @ 11:26 am
What a beautiful poem. You are in my heartfelt thoughts and prayers. ā„
nutsfortreasure said,
October 19, 2013 @ 2:11 am
Beautiful
Kev said,
November 4, 2013 @ 8:03 am
Touching. š