Son Death Poem

My 23 Year Old Son Died In A Crash

My 23 year old son died in a car accident 3 years ago. I wrote this poem in the first weeks after his death. I would be tortured at night as I tried to sleep and these poems would come to me line by line and nag me until I would get up in the middle of the night and put them on paper. This one took about 10 minutes to write.

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I'm still hear, Mama. Can you hear my voice? I love you. I'm just resting on the resort God gave me. I'm a strong man. I'm not scared. God gives the strong one a plan. I love you, Mama, and I...

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My Green-Eyed Soldier Boy

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Published: January 2017

Cherubic cheeked, an explosion of curls
Even as a toddler, you had all the girls
Milk teeth so perfect, like tiny white pearls -
My green-eyed soldier boy.
A milk-mustached face and a chocolate-smeared chin
A twinkling, mischievous, heart-melting grin
I can't believe I'll never see you again -
My green-eyed soldier boy.
Big footed, knob-kneed, a changeling, a teen
Yearning for places you'd heard of, not seen
Greener were pastures and spaces between -
My green-eyed soldier boy.
Though the battles you fought weren't in foreign lands
You fought against time, against life's strange demands
And when I was turned, you slipped right through my hands -
My green-eyed soldier boy.
Now your battle is over, your time here too short
Your ship sailed away, God said "Mission abort!"
But my heart remembers yours, and I'll meet you at port -
My green-eyed soldier boy.

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  • NANCY C HOWARD by NANCY C HOWARD
  • 8 months ago

Thank you for the beautiful poem. I lost my 23-year-old son and have never been the same. I pray he's safe and happy.

  • Ciara Hudson by Ciara Hudson
  • 1 year ago

I'm still hear, Mama. Can you hear my voice? I love you. I'm just resting on the resort God gave me. I'm a strong man. I'm not scared. God gives the strong one a plan. I love you, Mama, and I always will. I'm just resting now. I will visit you every day and tell you my plan. I love you, Mom, and I always will.

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