On My 2 Year Old, Leaving

Remember this, my son;

That when you left

I had no hand in parting

You from me,

I had no wish to cause

More misery,

When you, in sleep’s warm arms

Were wrenched from me.

 

Words are meaningless,

They die still-born,

Cold on the air, they shatter

At the touch

When hearts refuse to listen

Over-much,

To what is said, or meant

Or left to trust.

 

And though you’re gone, remember

What I’ve said,

That you’re your father’s son,

And always will -

I stand by all my children

Every one,

And you may see me nights,

Stand by you still.

 

David Lewis Paget

 

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Hi David,

Yes. I am with you and feel this pain with you. I am sorry for this loss. I hope things are better now--I hope.

Rick