Stories of Lost Children
A Poem For My Son
by Lawrence Jett, Schiller Park, IL, USA
My eyes are open but I cannot see
For the fog of grief has enveloped me
Concepts of time purpose or place
My mind no longer can embrace
For the Lord said to my son,
“Thou must come with thee”. So on that cold December day
Icy winds, gloomy sky ashen grey
You left for heaven with your mother
Two young girls have lost their brother
Our life is now a gruesome macabre.
And all that is left to do is pray. An endless night gives way to sunlight’s glare
Its yellow rays the color of your hair
The light blue glory of morning skies
Reminds me of your beautiful eyes
Dear Lord I know Your will be done
Please bring me comfort in my despair I will always love you and miss you so.
Rest peaceful my love. See you soon in
The Kingdom of Heaven. Love Dad
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