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 KrempaAuthor's Note
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Added on November 9, 2010Last Updated on November 9, 2010 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI 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..Writing
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