I thought you would stay here.. For all time... It felt as if nothing would change.. Sublime... Cheated, comes to mind So many years left in unrest You were taken in your years of zest So unfair Forever, I detest There is none understanding In death... The myth we face only alone, And likely changes everything we have known... We, left behind, In shallow, cry It is a hard lesson, but reality Who knows what the brain comprehends Who knows what messages the spirit sends So young, you left So fresh, so deft I thought you would be here, To hold As the colours fade in each day My memory will remain unshaken As I grow old In remembrance of you. My son. A poem for my late son
© William Cronk
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