Lights twinkle
Snow flakes quietly fall
On baubles and balls
An energy in the air
Scurrying feet echo & clatter
Mothers grasp small hands
excited children natter
The hiss of wet tires on roads
Last minute shopping done
Families bundle onto busses
They don’t feel the cold
As they scurry home
A warm joy in their soul
Festive music plays
I see it, I hear it
I don’t feel it.
I feel undone
I lost my son
He was just 16
Not yet a man
His humor spontaneous
His laughter contagious
But then there was none
I smile as I recall
Small hand that clung to mine
Small face glowing in wonder
Those quizzical brown eyes
Ernest and endless questions about life
Tall teen arms and legs flailing
Loving life
Guitar playing
music blaring
Endless stories
Living life to the fullest
Then there was silence
I used to feel the warmth and glow
I used to embrace this time
I used to have plans and joy
A piece of me is missing
Smiling through sadness
Thinking of those left behind
Going through the motions
Hollow emptiness inside
My life went away one fateful day
I sigh in resignation
As I ponder upon the fate of
the boy who was my son, Damien
Such beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteI wholeheartedly hope that you find Damien. I hope you find out what happened.
I, like many others, are thinking of you and strongly wish and hope for a conclusion.