My heart aches like frostbite from a
Wet, cold dark winter night
These two were like honey bees
and pollen, Where one would go
The other was sure to follow.
One was killed in a head on collision,
then the other just wanted to follow.
Nobody really knows how or why.
So sad, They had both just started
Their own beautiful lives.
My Loving Son's
Tears of pain just keep flowing like
The pouring rain in a thunderstorm.
no more I love you mom's
No phone calls
No visits, No hugs from
My Loving Son's
I know they both have wings
And halos of gold, and I know
They are smiling and are happy
Like a soft love song.
No pain, no hurt and together
This I do believe, I have to believe
So I to will meet them again one
Blessed day...But
Oh how I miss
My Loving Son's
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Lorene, this one of the most heartfelt poems I have read recently. I'm terribly sorry about your loss, but as your poem states you will see them again and I also beleive that. May God bless you and keep on writting. Your Friend in Poetry Lynn. Please visit my site.