Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

I have not posted any new poems lately. We were away with our son who became very ill. He is now in the heaven he believed in so much. We miss him so much. The poem below is dedicated to him. It is the first full poem that I have been able to sit and write since he passed away. I often wrote poems for my children but never read the poems to them. I do not know why. But I hope that he hears me reading this one. I want all of you to know not to make that mistake; I mean to wait to say anything loving and meaningful to your loved one especially your children. Thanks for your continued support.

I return to writing my poems with deep sadness in my heart

I never dreamed we’d be this very far apart;

Unable to see you anymore

and hold you close like I did before.

As destiny would have it

we lived a distance from each other;

but not as far away as now.

I would have liked for you to live closer

but life took you elsewhere to fulfill your dreams.

and to find your life’s purpose.

Losing one of my children was always one of my greatest fears

a parent should be the one to go firstt

and children should be left with the tears.

Distance made it hard for us to share

so many things with you right in the moment.

So I would whisper my Blessings and

silently pray for God to keep you well.

but only time would really tell.

what destiny had in mind.

So I’d send you virtual hugs by the dozen

and millions of kisses as well

Cause just one kiss at a time

would never be enough.

To show you just how much

You were missed and loved.

Now your dad and I must wait until

Our dying day

To see you again in heaven.

In the meantime,

I hope you can feel when hugs and kisses come your way.

even though you are no longer here and so very far away.

I wish our Prayers for your survival had been answered;

As we believed so deeply in our pleas

to the Greatest Force there is;

but, as you always would say to me;

Mom, “It is what it is.”

Well, that does not bring me much comfort now, dear son;

perhaps it Never will.

All I ask is that when I too cease to be,

and lay absolutely silent and still

That you come and take my hand,

to help me enter Eternity.