Can Anyone Hear My Bobby's Voice?

Can Anyone Hear My Bobby's Voice?

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa

Can anyone hear my Bobby's voice, perhaps as a whisper in the dark
An eagle hit the ground three long years ago, God, I miss him so
No one knows the heartache a mother feels when she loses a child

A father hides his sorrow from the world, a mother cries, inside she dies
Not a day goes by I don't think about him, want to share him with the world
Young man he was, a sober caring, loving man, comical and witty too
One day a drunken fool got behind the wheel of an automobile and became a killer
No one went to jail that fateful night, but my Bobby and an angel ended up in the morgue
Everything fell apart in my world and I secluded myself with my writing, my poetry

Hurting so deep inside and in need of a friend, someone to talk to, a shoulder to lean on
Everyone deserted me, but I could still hear, my Bobby's voice, crying out for me
All I know is I reached out with these computer keys and tried to bring him back in ink
Robert was so beautiful, he had such a kind handsome face, something make-up couldn't hide

Maybe I'm a bit eccentric, maybe I'm a bit manic, maybe I'm just damn depressed
You and me against the world... a song I use to sing to him when he was just a little boy

Bobby's voice in tune with mine as I write word after word, line after line, doesn't have to rhyme
Oh, if only I could have held him in his dying hour, comforted him, just been there for him
Bobby's voice beckons me to become just that, a voice that cries out for justice and liberty
Bobby's voice beckons me to become a stronger person than I've ever been before and more
Yes, my son lives through me and I've tried so hard to share him with all of you, my family and friends
'Silence, is deafening, life threatening, sometimes it's hard to keep on breathing, breathing...

Voices in my head, am I hearing voices? Have I gone completely crazy? No, it's just racing thoughts
Open up your eyes and look into mine, do you see the emptiness, can you feel my pain?
I go through this heartache, but where are all my friends? I need someone to talk to now and then
Can't they see what this has done to me? So I write and sometimes I talk too much, it sucks
Ever walked in another man's shoes? Sometime we win, sometimes we lose. Damn, I miss him!

© 2010 Deborah Leah Krempa


Author's Note

Deborah Leah Krempa
I am honored to have had Bobby laid to rest just this year 2010 on his birthday at Arlington National Cemetery in Wash. D.C. I miss him so much...

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Losing a child is one of the hardest things a mother has to go through..I know from personal experience..My heart goes out to you for your loss..love Kathie

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very emotional piece, my heart truly goes out to you for your loss, keep on writing your beautiful stories and poems i enjoy reading them

Laceyjane

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"racing thoughts"

This is so emotional and inspiring-....really nice.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

:( A wonderful write for something on the other side of the spectrum. Well done.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You're such a beautiful person.. I wish that you didn't have to deal with such hardships.. your words express your pain so well. You're an excellent writer, and an even better mother.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your mothers love and pride shines beautifly. We hear his voice through your ink and wish him well as he lays in peace with his fellow men. Thank you for sharing such a touching and love filled piece. My heart and thoughts are with you...(hugs)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

So sorry to hear about your loss.

Posted 13 Years Ago


A very moving, heart wrenching write. You express well what it is like for a mother to lose her son no matter how old they may be. But through the pain and heartache you also give us a glimpse of Bobby and the love you share. Thank you for sharing this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


After reading your poem, Michelangelos' Pieta overwhelmed my mind. My condolences.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Deborah Leah Krempa
Deborah Leah Krempa

Toledo, OH



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I am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..

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