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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We lost our son 30/9/18 in a motorbike accident. I visit this site regularly as part of my healing process. The stories I read are heart wrenching. Thank you for sharing. It isn't getting any...

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Half Of My Heart Is Gone


Published: March 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 Janet Brown
  • 3 weeks ago

I lost my eldest son, aged 45 years, on February 2, 2019, and the pain is unbearable. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to us, he had two blood clots passing around his body and they finally lodged in the artery serving blood to his lungs. If there is any comfort to this senseless loss, he passed away at home peacefully in his sleep, in bed next to his beloved wife. It is the sudden taking away that hurts more than anything as we never got to say goodbye. He was the most sensitive, caring gentle giant and always had time to say he loved me and always hugged me. That is what I will miss the most. How I wished I had told him more often how much I loved him, and I feel so guilty for not doing so.

  • by Anna
  • 3 weeks ago

Hi Bonnie, my heart aches reading this. My son died 5 months ago, but I have the privilege of him being buried in our yard to visit and cry at our whim. I don't pretend to know what it would be like if he were in another country because he is with me, but I feel your pain. I'm so sorry for your loss. What has got me this far is knowing he is now at peace. Free from his demons. Thank you so much for sharing. The loss of my son is righteous because he is at peace. I will now celebrate my boy...his struggle, his strength, his love, his peace, his awesomeness! He is at peace as is your boy. He would not want you to be sad. He'd not like that you are in so much pain. Breathe, be thankful that we had our boys as long as we did, smile...maybe not today, but know it will be okay sometime soon. Big hugs...

  • by Anna
  • 1 month ago

We lost our son 30/9/18 in a motorbike accident. I visit this site regularly as part of my healing process. The stories I read are heart wrenching. Thank you for sharing. It isn't getting any easier and the tears are not getting any less, but the tears are changing from tears of sadness for my loss to tears of pride and solace for my son's peace he is now experiencing. He was a tortured soul fighting his demons daily but at the same time such a caring, loving, and thoughtful boy with the best hugs in the world. I miss his presence, his voice, his hugs, his yummy cooking and his kindness. His daughter who has lived with us for 3 years said a beautiful thing. She said, "Daddy is still part of the family but in a different way!"...from the mouth of babes. We live in a place where we can bury our loved ones in our yard. He has pride of place looking over the entire property and us. We carry on as usual around him and tend to his grave, play, work, listen to music, and talk to him daily.

  • 2 months ago

Beautiful poem...I'm comforted some from reading the stories. I just lost my son, 23 years old, from a hit-and-run accident just three weeks ago on 12/23. I understand the comment of preparing for Christmas but ending up with a funeral. But actually last month was a total nightmare for our family. I don't know how I'm even functioning. Because the week prior my boys lost their aunt, and my son Christopher had been very close to her. We had just come back from paying our respects (out of town) and that same night I lost Christopher. I never got to see him or hug him before losing him. I don't know what to do most days. I feel like I'm just wondering around. I guess this won't get any better, but I did want to compliment you on the poem, and my heart does go out to all of you who are going through this.

  • by L Robinson
  • 3 months ago

Thank you for this lovely poem. It will be 2 years tomorrow (29th Nov '18) since I lost my lovely boy. I came home from work to find him gone, lying on the floor of his bedroom. He was only 19 years old. Handsome, loving, loyal, modest and mature, he was the perfect son and he loved us all so much. He died of a brain hemorrhage, no warning, no symptoms, nothing. They say it was very quick and he wouldn't have known what was happening to him. There are no words to describe our pain. One minute, you're making plans for Christmas and the next you're making funeral plans - something no parent should ever have to do. My younger son, now 18, keeps us going, but I know deep inside that I'm empty. I crave the day when I'll be reunited with him. To feel his hugs and hear his hearty laugh again.

  • by Laureen Perez
  • 2 months ago

I know how you feel. It was 5 years July 29th that I lost my 28-year-old son. He slipped and banged his head coming into the house after getting the mail; the ground was wet. They said it was whiplash and it (blood) would reabsorb. Four days later he died sitting on the couch with a cup of tea by his side. We had dinner and spent the night before together. He was fine. We had so much fun. I can still see his smile and remember our hug goodnight. We had plans for the next afternoon. I talked to him at 5:30 in the morning and when I called at 12:30 he didn't answer. I talked to my son daily. We're extremely close, and yes, I still talk and sing to him. I know they say time helps, but I miss him more. My grandson is 3, and he keeps me going. He never got to meet his uncle, but he knows who he is -- my heart goes out to all who has suffered the loss of a child.

  • by Mohammed
  • 3 months ago

I'm sorry to hear this. I lost my 9-year-old son too. There was nothing wrong with him either. He woke up in the middle of the night...vomited and collapsed, that's it. He was gone.

  • by Subhash Bansal
  • 5 months 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
  • 5 months 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 Anna
  • 4 months ago

I lost my son September 30, 2018 in a motorbike accident also. He was 32. I got to say good-bye that morning before I left for work and got to hear him say "good-bye mum" back to me. He made a lovely curry that day just hours before the accident which his young daughters ate the next day. He and his dad spent a lot of time together the two weeks prior, reminiscing and laughing a lot. He spent his last few hours with one of his best mates, and he cut down the tree I had been asking him to cut down for weeks. Three days prior he cleaned his motorbike, which he had never even once cleaned before. He and his 9 year old daughter had never been so close and happy many things to be grateful for....but I still miss my boy with all my heart...but I must remember to be grateful to have had him for as long as we did. So many parents have lost their child in worst circumstances, so I will continue to be grateful for everything.

  • by Judi Tabler
  • 6 months 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 Anna
  • 3 months ago

I am so sorry for your loss. My son died in almost the same circumstances. He drank and took drugs. He also did not want to die, but his recklessness finally caught up with him in the end. He also did not feel like he fit in this world. He couldn't understand how people could be so cruel to each other and thought negatively of the world. He could not see the good in the world...just the bad. I take comfort in the fact that he is now at peace and his demons cannot harass him anymore. Thank you for sharing your story of your son. Our sons are now at peace.

  • by Mildred Bales
  • 6 months 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 Judi Tabler
  • 3 months ago

I am so sorry. I totally empathize with you. You said it all.

  • by Susan Taylor
  • 6 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 Bonnie Cison
  • 1 month ago

My 42-year-old son died 10 days ago in another country and was buried two days later in another country. I am here because I need to find out how to go on living and breathing. I torture myself this way, by reading all these stories. My boy was an alcoholic. We spent many years trying to help him, to help him help himself. In the end, the disease won. It destroyed his body. We lost. I lie in the fetal position and it's the only place for me right now. I ache all over and I can hardly breathe. My tears dehydrate me. There seems to be no remedy for this pain.

  • by Laureen Perez
  • 7 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
  • 6 months 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
  • 7 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
  • 7 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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