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*** Sweet Slumber My Son
I thought of you today.
Of course, every day holds memories of you
~ but today ~
the emptiness I felt was somehow
kinder,
gentler.
Is perhaps, my heart beginning to heal?
Memories once again bring a smile,
when unexpectedly you appear before me.
~ Today ~
I watched a small boy playing with his friends.
I WATCHED and did not curse the men that took you from us!
I felt a smile, not a tear,
as his face became yours.
~ Acceptance? ~
No, I will never accept the circumstances of your death!
What I can see now though, is, that I have let these madmen
~Take away~
what of you, that is left for me to cherish.
I will NOT let them take that from me too!
I have let these demonic souls
steal far too many precious days!
~ Lisa and John Jr. came by today. ~
John looks so much like you!
I touch his face, look into his eyes
and you are again standing before me.
Lisa, has shown such bravry!
I look at her and see a woman
where just a few years ago
a girl
stood beside you to start your lives together.
She loves you still of course, but realizes that she must go on with what is now her life.
~ And so shall I ~
Today, I can look upon you in childhood, fatherhood, adulthood,
and no longer feel just the seething hate of the
senslessness of you being taken . . . .
With such great pride I look upon you
For who you were ~ For all you stood for.
~ A great father ~
~ A loving husband ~
~ My beloved son ~
A hero, that will be forever mourned by a country that was awakened too late to the terror of what is now the world's curse.
I will forever miss your physical presence
~ but ~
to forever weep at the mention of you name, or lock away a memory of an accomplishment met?
~ No longer! ~
Mercifully, my hatred and confusion, is not all that is my life. I can today, in peace, leave you to the arms of the Father. I today, have found again my faith. I can again feel his love. I myself again can love.
I welcome you back to my heart in the sweetness of memories that will remain with me the rest of my lifetime.
A heart now healing has regained its right to live.
Sweet, Sweet, healing!
Dear Lord,
I no longer see you alone in the hell of the day that will forever be a part of history.
~Today~
I see you within my heart
~ at peace ~
Sweet slumber my son,
Mom
I like the transformation I have seen in these poems. You are right in your discussion of it. I did not realize until now, that your son was lost in 9/11. I am so sorry.
How touching that you mention his family and how you all must go on.
No words will ever do
so i will leave none,but my heart goes out
to each and everyone. i can feel the pain from
this lovely write,this good bye,this momma`s crys
and the world crys with you...
ron parrish
After wandering to different boards, I think I have come back home to where I started. This is an excellent write and bears a message for us all. I too pray that our hurt will heal, but also like an elephant to never forget less it happens again. Let it always be a reminder to be ever vigilant and where possible to strike first before it is brought to our shores. Let no man, woman, or child forget until these barbaric terrorists are brought to justice and/or eliminated.
Never forget. Be vigilant. Support our government's efforts to root out the enemies of the freeworld.
HK
A very painful poem indeed..
but at least there're shades of light amidst, like that of sunlight across the masses of dark clouds in the sky.
U paint the human emotions very vividly, Lesa...
I stand in awe, and in silent condolence.
I loved the series and am so glad you didn't put a machine gun in her hand and let her take off for Afghanistan, as I had felt like doing a time or two. This is beautiful and poignant and real. Only time and God can soothe a broken heart and the loss of a child is the worst loss of all.
Great poem!
Love,
Jessica
Lesa,
Each one of your poems I've read on this tragic event has brought tears to my eyes, especially this one! Yes, I cry real tears at the very thought of losing a child, no matter what the reason. This is a very emotive piece of work, and so tastefully written. You bring alive a sad reality, and portray a mother's true love for her child.
Great job!
Tricia
Once again you make the reality of the loss so real! Only one who has experienced such a hurt, could write about it so well... You've become a special kind of friend... More like an angel of light to help guide the way!
The idea that my little jasper is romping with my Sis helped me more than you know... As do all the prayers!
Peace and Love ~` Your Friend~~ Dougie ~~
This is just beautiful. Probably the words that mother's of 9-11 victims will use to bring peace to their lives, closure to a horrible event, and the ability to go on.