Don't you dare look at me with that gaze!
No! I don't want to be held!
That was MY job!
Ugh, my head hurts
Just leave me alone
My misery is of my own episode
Because I had the love of my life,
And my heart is much too raw to caress
When I inhale, I feel there is hope
But my sigh soon puts this dream to rest
I do not wish to inhale anymore
There is nothing here that I want
Just let me rest and send yourself from me
Oh, that spot on the white carpet is still there
The one he made when he spilt that grape juice
It was his favorite besides watermelon
My good little boy named after his father
Such a humble and respectable name
Oh, God, please don't let me forget it
Why did my son have to be so brave?
I guess I did raise him right
He ran out there and saved that young girl
And recieved her present of fatal metal
Instead of coming home and eating dinner
My boy was just like his father
And just like him, gone as well
Could I find a bullet to jump in front of?
Will there come a day when I must save someone?
Will I ever be back with my two good men?
I pray for the day every waking hour
It's in my thoughts when I walk down that street
I can't help but remember where they out-lined his body
Around the corner is the alley where the murderer escaped
He escaped after killing MY SON!
MINE!
I can't believe he's dead
And what am I to live for?
Please leave me to my loneliness
So that I may go to sleep in my solitude
And hopefully exhale tonight
YOU COULD HAVE COMPRESSED IT MADE IT SHORTER IT WOULD STILL HAVE WORKED, RECEIVED IT SPELT CE NOT IE THE GRAMMER BRIGADE JUMP ON THINGS LIKE THAT, I LIKE IT wARM REGARDS AJS
A very deep and moving poem of a lost loved one. One can only hope not to experience such an excruciating pain. Your wishes are like many. Stay strong and focused. Lovely read.
This poem is amazing. It's so sad, full of emotion and the message is delivered clearly in a well written flow.
This poem emits so much sadness and bravety. So touching about one who had lost the ones she cared most about. I hope you find peace and comfort in their memories.
Why did my son have to be so brave? I guess I did raise him right He ran out there and saved that young girl And recieved her present of fatal metal Instead of coming home and eating dinner My boy was just like his father And just like him, gone as well Dear Yasmin, I wish this will also include in the selected collection. This is a poem on a ...... Little editing required. Please try to make it more and more sharp
The intensity of loss and accompanying emotions should be expessed in details which the poet wants to share. Putting grammatical and / or summarization constraints at this level would be asking for making the intensity subdued; on entirely human grounds. And poets and mothers are basically first humans. Yasmin has wonderful grasp on her subject matter and at least I would endorse the way she has chosen to express her loss in this poem. The use of capitals has added another dimension to the overall picture she has tried to pain. Well done Ms. Robayo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
almost its a nice poem, but u need to summariz it, its too long