My son,
How I wish I could
Hold you in my arms
And feel your little heart
Here, against mine.
Life is very short:
But that it was longer,
I might have had time
To give you one last kiss,
Say one last word,
Have one last touch.
Say goodbye.
This pain is such a complex thing,
So deep, so black, so great.
I cannot understand,
I cannot understand,
How a life given
Should be so soon taken away.
I do not know.
And you are such a part of me,
Natural and vital as breathing.
Yes, I do not know.
My son,
Do not be afraid of shadows—
The shadows cannot hurt you.
Neither be afraid of the darkness—
There are no monsters in the closet.
My son….
Goodnight.
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Beautiful... you capture the pain of a grieving parent. Your writing comes from your ability to empathize, a wonderful quality!