YOUR WORTH.

A FATHER TALKS TO HIS DEAD SON.

Your worth
not in flowers

or tombstone's depth
or height,

but in the heaviness
of the heart,

the haunting look
from old photos.

I dreamed of you,
not as last,

but younger,
child-like,

wanting to caress.
I search for you

among the tall grass
and bright flowers.

I recall
your last words,

final hours.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

If only we could ressurrect them back to us. This must have been overwhelming to write...I sincerely hope it helps to lessen your pain.

My best to you & your family, Terry!

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Kelly.

[Niall Madden]

Enjoyed the poem, the last line really held this grim but worshiping tone. good work :)

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Niall.