Son of My Mother
Nothing prepared me for the pain Of your untimely journey from plain The memories beat me like strong rain I long to see you son of my mother again I will be well;you had promised before the Fateful day. I recall the flicker of hope in the Eyes which like clouds hid every pain the Son of my mother was going through. Retelling your story was a painful ordeal Streams of hot liquid flowed a great deal Our young innocent images play like reel I long to see you son of my mother for real Now you sleep covered deep in the ground Tonnes of earth providing warmth unbound Even in your slumber i am still very proud Of the person you had become when around Your son constantly nags me to call you Little does he know you started anew In to the shining blue skies you flew After the big trumpet the angels blew.