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.