I Bury My Son

I Bury My Son

A Poem by Irwin
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In memory of 'Ole', son of Terry

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I bury my son

the rain falls

cold wet and miserable

I reach for something to say

but I am dumb

struck so

by your demise


We dressed you

in your sweatshirt

and trainers

the clothes had your

smell about them

I waited for you to speak

“Hi Dad I'm home”

but there was only silence


I wake in the middle

of the night

with thoughts of you

and what we might do

that day

then a wave

of remembrance

sweeps over me

and I remember

you are dead


A handful of soil

is my final act

which spatters

where your face

should be

the rain quickly

turning it to mud


I turn away

and see you

in the distance

watching us

as salted rain

runs off my nose


I want to cry out

your name

and ask why?

why and how

we came to this

a father laying his son

to rest

as the world

carries on with

it's own business

oblivious to our

grief

Goodbye my son

I may forgive God

in time

A long, long time


© 2014 Irwin


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Always a moving poem from you Irwin. The details you express are top notch and leave a lump in one's throat. It's good to see you stopping by. :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Irwin

9 Years Ago

Thank you for your comment. I get so little traffic here so it is nice when someone takes the time t.. read more
Relic

9 Years Ago

No problem my friend. I'm on here as much as I used to be so I always check the online page to see i.. read more
very touching. a father shouldn't bury his child. in the normal way of things, it's the other way around. sorry for your loss, Irwin.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Irwin

9 Years Ago

Not my loss Woody, Ole was the son of Terry Collett, a fellow poet, but thank you for your comment.
Woody

9 Years Ago

oops sorry about the mix up. nice poem though.
nice poem but Please forgive God.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Irwin
Irwin

York, United Kingdom



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Retired Actor, director, playwright, perfomance poet, chef, and teacher of special needs. Now enjoying all the joys grandchildren can bring. more..

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