Son Death Poem
My 26 year old son died from injuries from an auto accident and as an organ donor. The organ donor bracelets phrase, "Life Goes On" inspired me to write this on the 3rd anniversary of his death.
Life Goes On
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Cheryl Mcdonald
It's true what they say, when a child is born,
a mother's heart is no longer her own,
It runs and skips and giggles and grins,
And crawls in her lap, for a kiss on the chin,
But where goes her heart, when that child is gone,
Is it true what they say, that life goes on.
A thousand ninety-five days & the clock still ticks,
3 whole years, the months - 36,
Does the passage of time mean it should make sense,
Can loss be measured in time increments.
As I yearn for the day when I'll again see my son,
Is it true what they say, that life goes on.
I still breathe in and out and arise every day,
And work, and struggle, and yes, even play,
Things will get better, I've been told many times,
But "different" is the status for those left behind,
Time can't heal all wounds nor break all bonds,
Can it be true what they say, that life goes on.
In the air and wind, I feel your strong embrace,
And your kisses from butterflies that land on my face,
I see your smile in the beams of the sun,
The twinkle of your eyes now shines in Eden,
And I hear your laugh in the lyrics of song,
Is it possibly true, that life goes on.
It's strange to think that your heart still beats,
Inside some stranger, whom I'll never meet,
Does he know he carries a heart of gold,
From my sweet boy, who will never grow old,
So many lives saved by your own,
Yes - it's true what they say, that life goes on.
a mother's heart is no longer her own,
It runs and skips and giggles and grins,
And crawls in her lap, for a kiss on the chin,
But where goes her heart, when that child is gone,
Is it true what they say, that life goes on.
A thousand ninety-five days & the clock still ticks,
3 whole years, the months - 36,
Does the passage of time mean it should make sense,
Can loss be measured in time increments.
As I yearn for the day when I'll again see my son,
Is it true what they say, that life goes on.
I still breathe in and out and arise every day,
And work, and struggle, and yes, even play,
Things will get better, I've been told many times,
But "different" is the status for those left behind,
Time can't heal all wounds nor break all bonds,
Can it be true what they say, that life goes on.
In the air and wind, I feel your strong embrace,
And your kisses from butterflies that land on my face,
I see your smile in the beams of the sun,
The twinkle of your eyes now shines in Eden,
And I hear your laugh in the lyrics of song,
Is it possibly true, that life goes on.
It's strange to think that your heart still beats,
Inside some stranger, whom I'll never meet,
Does he know he carries a heart of gold,
From my sweet boy, who will never grow old,
So many lives saved by your own,
Yes - it's true what they say, that life goes on.
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Thank you for writing this poem. My 23 year old son was murdered 51 days ago. Yesterday a cross was erected for him in Our Garden of Angels in Texas. I read your poem during the dedication. We donated his organs as he was pronounced brain dead. He would've wanted that and to me that's the only good thing that can come out of this. Your poem was beautiful and appropriate. God blessed you with a gift for writing.
Kim Segale, Texas Submitted Sep 2010
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Waqas Ahmed Submitted Jan 2011
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thank you for the lovely poem I have so many thoughts and words I'd like to express however when I start to write the tears begin to flow, the pain of losing my son still huts. He too was an organ donor. Your poem is just what I needed.
Thank You
Pam Mcmillian Submitted Feb 2011
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Erica Jones Submitted 5/23/2012
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Missy Guynn, Florida Submitted 11/27/2012
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