For my son, two and a bit...

the reason for living,
the reason for being,
my love for you is complete.

my heart rent asunder,
the day you were taken,
from the love and security you enjoyed.

to a strangers house,
to a strangers bed,
to the reason for despair.

tried to reason,
tried to talk,
tried everything, did my best.

all those who cared,
all those who declared, "What of Adam"
did there bit too

with claims of love
with claims of joy
with claims of being happy there

i hear the longing
i see the confusion
i experience the clinging and not wanting to go

and all i can do
is turn to the heavens
and declare "WHY ADAM?"

Comments

  1. AnonymousApril 16, 2010 at 12:58 AM

    heartfelt.

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  2. AnonymousApril 17, 2010 at 12:32 PM

    i wish for Adam and for you that the love you have for each other trranscends this and may he have the peace to know how much you wished this not to be

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  3. HafsaApril 17, 2010 at 5:07 PM

    they are always the victims. We get careless with our actions and completely forget how much we hurt our children in the process. All you can do is show him absolute love and caring every chance you can

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