Can Anyone Hear My Bobby's Voice?

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!

Author's Note

I am honored to have had Bobby laid to rest just this year 2010 on his birthday at Arlington National Cemetery in Wash. D.C. I miss him so much...

Reviews

[Ice QueenJen]

Great write, not just for you but for you to remember him with. I hope as time goes by the pain of your loss lessens, but never forgotten even though its been 5 yrs. since you wrote this.

[Spoken]

Every time i read one of your poems.. I remember bobby.. and so his memory lives on! Thank you for sharing

[Carrie Montgomery]

I hear Bobby's voice, my friend. thru you. You allowed us a look at your son a moment to get to know how kind and beautiful he was. I am so sorry for your loss. I hope you continue to reach out to the world and carry on his memory.

[J A Lauder]

I don't have the words. It's an a very poignant story, and you have my sympathies.

[Su' Nacnetaf]

Poignant, very well written, wish I had met Bobby, but at least you're letting us know him little by little in your writings. Sorry it took me long to read this piece, I was away from the café for quite a while, I'm catching up with my filed requests now. Great writing.

[Albert Freeman]

This is very heartfelt and I offer my sincere condolences. I think you honor his memory by keeping it alive via your thoughts and your words. I have no doubt he is smiling at you from above.

[Kelley]

This was a great thing to do for Bobby. I'm sure he is looking down and smiling.
Thanks for sharing.

Kelley

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

This is an EXCELLENT write in his memory! So sorry for your loss! Your son sounds like a wonderful man!

[Bennett Logan]

I am so very sorry to hear about your loss. I can't even imagine how hard this must be for you and your family. Your son's life is truly worth writing about and you do him much justice. I will certainly keep you and your son in my prayers.

[George Love]

You are dealing with this in word and it works so well. What an honor to have your son at Arlington. You will never fill that void, but these words are so powerful to those who have suffered what you have suffered. I salute you!