MY HAPPINESS…MY SON
What is happiness after all
New beginnings can be
When anything is possible
A birth brand new
Children at play
Laughter in the air
A home of your own
A little piece of heaven
Gardens bloom azaleas
Morning greets spring
Honeysuckle in the air
There is seldom happiness
In saying goodbye
To the ones you love
The world seems empty
Like the game of hide and seek
Life slows down
As we near the end
The days are longer
The nights are too
The race you may not win
But stick with it
You will reach the end
No matter the place
Without reward
It is your job
Your life complete
Your friends will say
Job will done
Like the postman
Rain or snow
I will remember you always
My happiness…my son
May 16, 2018
8 comments:
'My happiness....My son'...nothing in heaven or earth can be compared with this. Heartfelt.
Devastating, kindly and gently devastating:
"The race you may not win
But stick with it
You will reach the end"
Ah! the joy of the beginnings and the inevitability of the ends are the bookends to memories, those "little pieces of heaven" and the emptiness "Like the game of hide and seek." I have never seen that game used like this, but having experienced loss, this use seems totally true.
Such sorrow interlaced with beautiful experiences are expressed with an acceptance of what life hurls at you.Sad and beautiful.
Lovely lines, Annell, the most poignant your closing ones. The source of our deepest heartbreak was also our greatest joy. That seems to be the deal.
Your words, so true and raw, are heartwrenching. The pain of loss would be unbearable were it not for the memories to which we cling. God bless.
There can be no greater pain than a mother losing her child; to have that gift of creation snatched away from you, no matter at what age. Sadly your tears are shared by too many Annell.
My happiness… my son - or daughter, in my case, and now my grandson. You've encapsulated it in your title, Annell, and the poem is a bonus! And I love the analogy in the lines:
'In saying goodbye
To the ones you love
The world seems empty
Like the game of hide and seek'.
Very sweet and in line with Mother's Day festivities. I only wish my mother would have been more like you.
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