Poems Of Grief

It hurts a lot worst,
to lose a child than any other….
It’s like going on a scenic drive,
enjoying the view,
looking up, at the rear-view mirror—
CRASH—getting rear-ended.

When a son dies,
the surviving parent feels—
like the biggest loser in the world,
because they couldn’t keep—their child alive.

Just when things
were turning back around,
the sickness returned,
to shut down—
all those happy memories—
I was looking forward to….

Everywhere I look,
I imagine—I see my son,
but after I stare intently—
I realize, it’s not him.

I keep anticipating—
a call or a text—from my beloved son,
but they don’t have cellphones in HEAVEN.

“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” Bible, Revelation 21:4

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