When I open my eyes as the morning creeps in
Your smiling face beckons that my day must begin.
'Come on mum, ' you tell me, 'don't just lie there in bed'
'I know it's not easy, but I'm still with you - inside your head.'
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Thank you for your comments. Strange thing is, before his death, I couldn't write even a limerick! I've found from other bereaved parents, you always seem to find an artistic outlet for your grief. 15 years later, my pain has softened a little but not gone, but I find it no longer easy to write poetry. I have a few more to submit, then probably no more.
Beautiful words expressing your heartache and pain. May each day gradually you begin to heal from the loss of Colin. Thank You.
Your pain reaches us fully, you write so well. May I be allowed to say that since you said you could not write before, that maybe your poems are your son, speaking thru you. We strongly hope you will continue writing and sincerely embrace you in this sight. Poem Hunter You are a very valued addition, Sandra, Australian sister.
Sandra, I do hope it is my son, thank you for putting that thought in my head. xx