Son Death Poem

A Mother's Grief

I write this poem with tears in my eyes and deep despair from the depths of my soul. I recently lost my youngest son suddenly on a summer morning this past July. Ever since, I am still existing in that same long day of sorrow and heart-piercing pain, a forever kind of grief that I now have come to know as a mother's grief. Although all grief is sorrowful and felt deeply, a mother's grief is so very different. I now know this to be true. I dedicate this for my loving Son, Chris. Love, Mom

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Linda, You ask me how I go on, I wish I could tell you. I'm exactly where you are. I feel no peace in my son Chris's passing, Chris was long into recovery he was on a low dose antidepressant...

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Long, Long Summer Day

© more by Patricia L. Cisco

Published: September 1, 2018

With angels on this summer day,
you never woke; you slipped away.

Now day just dims into the night.
I always wake in sorrow's light.

Your smile, your face, not in my sight.
Your precious memories I hold tight.

My son won't rise from this day on.
Time has stopped; my days don't dawn.

No, not a dream, I'm here to stay.
I cannot breathe past this long day when angels took my son away,

How is my life to carry on?
So empty since my son is gone.

A mother's grief, a window of tears.
Same long, long day into my years!

I pierce this veil of life and death
with purest love within my depth.

No, not a dream; I'm here to stay
within this long, long summer day.

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  • Mary Ann by Mary Ann
  • 9 months ago

Me too. My son, Jordan, died on April 20, 2018. He would've turned 2 on July 25 that year. I miss him every day. The long, long summer days seem lonely, but know that there are many of us just living through our years that seem so empty.

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Mary Ann, I am so very sorry for your loss of your precious little Jordan, and you are right, there are many of us feeling the deep sorrow of losing our child. I guess we all should be praying for one another for God to help each of us find peace and the faith to know without doubt we will be with our precious child again in Heaven. I will keep you in prayers. Surely your precious baby Jordan is safe in the hands of God and the Holy Angels. God bless you.

  • Linda Rivera by Linda Rivera
  • 10 months ago

This poem spoke to me. My beautiful son was born on a late spring night and came out happy and something special. This is why we called him Matthew (gift from God). He was found dead on August 27, 2016. Alcohol and drug overdose. Matt was always trying to live up to others' expectations and was always feeling he could never be enough or good enough. He was in so much pain. I tried so hard to tell him to get away and do what he wanted. He was too fragile, too scared. He was my world and the circumstances surrounding his death make me cry and I can't be at peace. I think of him every day. I love him so much. I have his pug and when I play Matt's voice he looks for him. I know Matt is at peace and no one can hurt him anymore. But I ask myself what is my purpose? How do you go on every day?

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Linda, I didn't have the space on my first reply message to tell you one thing I do since my son passed. I guess maybe more so for myself, I started to write to my son Chris every day, sometimes three times a day, if I feel the need to talk to him. I feel it's something even more personal then talking out loud, which I also do. I feel I'm actually making special time to sit and talk with him but in writing, letting him know I believe he exists yet and can read my letters. I know he would tell me I don't have to do that, but I want to, and I feel in constant communication with him. I tell him every little thing, every single day. I believe someday he will tell me when we reunite that he read many of my messages to him and even if he isn't reading my messages, I feel he is worth every word I write to him anyway because he lives within my soul and my love is within his soul. Maybe that sounds crazy, but not to me. I write to his FB messages every day, maybe try it. Take care, God bless.

Linda, You ask me how I go on, I wish I could tell you. I'm exactly where you are. I feel no peace in my son Chris's passing, Chris was long into recovery he was on a low dose antidepressant doing well for three and half years, helping others find recovery in the community. Then he received from his doctor some blood work he was not feeling well. There was a problem, they re-did his test and it was even worse, he needed to see a cancer specialist. We made an appointment, he was upset but we didn't think he would go off his medication and he did. Then within a few weeks he reached out to the wrong person, in the middle of the night who delivered him a lethal dose of fentanyl. I found my son the next morning, needless to say we were not prepared for such tragedy, heart ache and sorrow. Chris was a great guy, a good son, a hard worker, loving brother, loved by so many, as I am sure your Matthew was. Some things have no answers.I love and miss him deeply, stay near to God, God Bless You

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