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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Tragedy >> ID #892202  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
"Son-less Tomorrows"
From the broken heart of a mother who lost her son at age 19 -
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"Til you've been crushed down in the depths of despair,
Do not tell me you know what I'm going through.
The agony of losing a child is beyond compare;
Thanks, my friend; just hug me; say a prayer for me, too.
The fated call in the night; a parents' worst fear;
Words that chronicle that very moment in time.
A child has been taken; no other treasure so dear;
You've entered "THE VALLEY," out of which you cannot climb.
No preparation; no waiting on tomorrow,
Will alter the passage through which you must go.
Your heart is broken; such unspeakable sorrow;
I t doesn't seem right; we ask why; someday I hope we'll know.
I remember the world didn't come to a close that night,
That realization was unforgivable to me.
My world was shattered; I fought with all my might,
To rewind that nightmare, oh, God, please.
The services are over; you're alone; what now;
Your heart is empty; wounded beyond repair.
You have to find your own way; I can't tell you how.
This loss forever we must bear.
We can't comprehend that death is so final;
You've hardly begun to wait;
By the window, by the door, it's called denial,
As much as we try, we can't undo what's been done; it's too late.
Perhaps I wasn't with you; you thought I didn't care,
Dear friend, I'm aware of your heavy burden;
I'm lifting you up in prayer.
Heartaches are real; oh, how it hurts to love.
Remember, angels have been assigned from above;
They're just a whisper away; from you they'll ne'er depart.




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