Thursday, September 29, 2011

My Child, My Son, My Best Friend


My Child, My Son, My Best Friend
A baby cries being born; around my finger his hand curled
His soul exposed to the world
From the comfort of his mother’s womb
A heart on my sleeve I so proudly worn

Sacrifice and time at work
Hours of toil I wish would have otherwise spent
Vacations at the beach, our feet in the sand
Joyous memories I try to recall at your grave where I stand

My child, my son, my best friend
Our dreams and plans, when you died, came to an end
Movies and music, words written on a page
Compare very little to the sorrow for the loss of my son at his young age
~ Martin Connors