Son Death Poem

The Heart Of A Grieving Mother

My son passed away at the age of 29 years old, and I felt inspired to write this poem in memory of Matthew. This poem comes straight from my heart -- a grieving mother's heart. I also wanted to share this poem with people who have lost a son and understand the unbearable pain that our hearts go through.

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I'm so sorry for your loss. I, too, lost my 7-year-old son August 20, 2018. He was diagnosed with kidney failure and it was already at its final stage. I was and am still devastated when I...

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Half Of My Heart Is Gone


Published: March 16, 2018

Son, I wish I could wake up and see you standing there.
Then I would know that it was just a nightmare.

Son, I remember when you were small and how you would hold my hand,
and as you grew older you became my best friend.

Son, I have 29 years of memories that I will treasure and keep safe in my heart.
We share a bond that time and distance can never break apart.

Son, oh how my heart aches so.
I would love to have you back and never let you go.

Son, where there was happiness,
now there is sadness.

Son, how I long to hear your voice and see your beautiful smile
and have you back for just a little while.

Son, until that day I see you again,
I will look to the sky and search among the stars for my son and best friend.




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  • by Subhash Bansal
  • 3 weeks ago

These poems motivate the sufferers to speak from their hearts. They come to know that they are not the only ones to undergo such grievous situations. Being one of such victims, this provides a little strength. Seeing a deeper grief than our own becomes a solace. The life has to be lived. No one can give away the life. The poem is great because it helps to vent out the inner feelings of a living sad soul. My tributes to all the gone souls, and I pray Almighty to grant sufficient strength to the bereaved families to bear their irreparable losses. May God bless the departed souls.
-Subhash Bansal

  • by Anna Garber
  • 1 month ago

I just lost my oldest son on August 31, 2018. He was and always will be my very best friend. He was in a motorcycle crash while he was away from home in the Air Force. Two days before the accident, he was home on leave for almost a month. The longest he has ever come home in 4 years. We had such a great visit. We took a little road trip and blasted music while we laughed and cried and sang at the top of our lungs. The next weekend his father and I renewed our wedding vows for our 25th anniversary. He made the best toast ever. I love and miss my boy so much. How can this be real?

  • by Judi Tabler
  • 1 month ago

Your sharing of grief on the lost of your sons...all of you...touched me deeply, and I am in tears. We lost our son in January at the age of almost 34. Our son was killed in a one car accident. He fell asleep, and although it was not an overdose that took him, it was the drugs that caused him to fall asleep. I want to appeal to our kids who think that they are not vulnerable...I just thank the Lord that he didn't hurt anyone else.

He was gifted, artistic, bright, and tender. I believe that he never felt like he "fit" in this world. Oh, he enjoyed so much: skiing, music, writing songs, playing his guitar, cooking, girls! But he was a tender sprout in a world where he felt he had to escape, so he did it with alcohol and eventually meth. He didn't want to die. But he did. And it shouldn't have ever happened. I know you all feel the same. The only comfort we have other than God is each other - talking about it and sharing. I heard lately that we never recover from grief. But we can go through it, day by day, living life to its fullest. We will never be the same will we? The good in it all is this: we understand the pain of others. And we can be a comfort for them.

  • by Mildred Bales
  • 1 month ago

My son was only 23 when he left me. He was in an accident and never made it out of the operating room. I had all the faith in the world he would make it, but it was not to be. I also lost my nephew who was with him. I have gone to the scene of the accident, looked at the truck, and spoke with EMS workers and the fireman who spoke to my son last. My son said they hydroplaned. I'm not sure away happened and will never know. What I do know is I miss my baby boy beyond words.

  • by Susan Taylor
  • 2 months ago

My precious prince, my only child, my son Jimmy, passed last year at age 42. His birthday was July 29th. I'm sure we have shared sadness and pain on that day. I wish you comfort, and please know you will never walk alone.
Many bright blessings,

  • by Laureen Perez
  • 3 months ago

I lost my son Kurt at 28 years old. It will be 5 years July 29, 2018. Time heals all wounds they say, but for me this isn't true. I lost my only son and truly my best friend. It feels like only yesterday. He slipped on the tile floor with wet shoes after getting the mail. The C.T. scan showed a mild bleed, like whiplash. We were told it will reabsorb with no ill effects. Four days later he didn't wake up. The most devastating day of my life. I was fortunate that we spent the night before together. We had pancakes for dinner, one of his favorites. We laughed, he played his guitar, we sang. We had a great time. We joked around, told stories of our memories. I can still see his perfect smile and big green eyes when we hugged and said goodnight. I remember the shirt he wore that night and the plans we made for tomorrow. I never imagined after a beautiful night like that would I would be drowning in my sorrow. I love and miss him more every day. I will never be the same!!

  • by Guillian Rose Mabayo
  • 1 month ago

I'm so sorry for your loss. I, too, lost my 7-year-old son August 20, 2018. He was diagnosed with kidney failure and it was already at its final stage. I was and am still devastated when I lost him. But the thought of him being no longer sick makes me feel a little bit at ease. The doctors told me when he was in the ICU that he'll just be bed ridden if we don't let him go. So I made the hardest decision in my life; I let him go. Even though it was killing me, I did let him go. It's still hard waking up every day without him by my side, but his younger brother still needs me, so I must stay strong. I had a dream of him just the night after his death. It was blurry at first and it fast-forwarded through events. The last thing I saw was his smiling face looking at me, and I heard him thanking me, and that's when I woke up. I thought I should be the one thanking him for giving me so much happiness for 7 years of his existence.

  • by Diane Peters
  • 2 months ago

I am so sorry for the loss of your precious son. I have lost the only two boys I had. My youngest would have been 39 on March 21, 2018, and my oldest passed on February 2, 2018. I don't know how to act. I want to tell my family that I don't think I could make it without my warriors. They were inseparable! When my oldest son passed away it broke all our hearts. My two boys were always close. It was just the 3 of us for most of their young lives. So when my oldest passed away my youngest told his girlfriend that he just wanted to be with his brother. My youngest did not harm himself intentionally; he just missed his brother as I did. I wore their coats and t-shirts. I don't know what to say except I believe their spirits are with me and one day I will be with my boys. May the Lord help ease the pain of losing your son.

  • by Tammy Craft
  • 2 months ago

I'm so sorry. I feel your pain. I also lost my only son 2 days after you did, July 31, 2018. He had cirrhosis of the liver and caught pneumonia and was sent to hospice. He was there for 5 days and passed away. I was devastated. My world came to an end. I have cried and screamed inside every day since he has left me. We had always lived together. We were best friends. We only had each other. I feel so alone! It's not fair. I've prayed for God to take me instead, but no. How does a mother go on without her boy? God, please give me the strength to do so.

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