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21. Passing Time

I wrote this poem 8 months after my son's death. His story accompanies a poem I wrote that is as already on this web site called "Picture Of You." That poem along with this relays the feelings that only a grieving mother would understand. I hope you agree.
- By Deborah Robinson
- Published: November 2019 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
The Time That Has Passed Since My Son's Death

I close the door on yet another day.
It's been over eight years now since you went away.
It now seems like forever since I last saw your face.
Time ticks on at a startlingly pace.

I close the door on yet another day.
It's been over eight years now since you went away.
It now seems like forever since I last saw your face.
Time ticks on at a startlingly pace.

If only I could turn back the hands of time
And bring you back home to when you once were mine,
To hold you close and out of harm's way.
Whatever happened on that fateful day?

If I had only been with you,
If I had only been there,
Just maybe your future
Could have turned out to be fair.

My mind goes over all that has been.
Why did this happen? Why could I have not seen.
For as your mother, I should have known
And not just at the end of a telephone.

If you had never have left, if you had stayed with me,
Maybe our lives might have been as others will be.
Some people might say that it's time to move on,
But my life seems so empty now that you're gone.

Where do I go, and what do I do?
For Liam, I really do so much love you
In my heart and my head there is still so much pain,
For a huge empty space in my life now remains.

My prayers that I say every night are for you.
I pray that you're with me in all that I do,
And when my time here has come to an end,
It's you that the angels I hope will then send.
To take me back home and light up my way,
And from then to forever, I'll be with you each day.
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22. One Year Less
- By Cheryl McDonald
- Published: March 2010 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem On Grieving Over Loss Of Child

There is no word, no label, no identifying moniker,
I am not a widow, not an orphan, not childless,
But one child less.
One less open laugh and little boy giggle,

There is no word, no label, no identifying moniker,
I am not a widow, not an orphan, not childless,
But one child less.
One less open laugh and little boy giggle,
One less challenging tete-a-tete;
One less artful, winking manipulation,
One less word of comfort, one less grateful hug.
One less chance to embrace a daughter;
One less new life to carry your eyes, your chin, your grin, your name,
No one word for the pain, the longing, the brevity
Of a life meant for living; an old soul meant to grow older than mine;
Would there be any one price too high, any sacrifice too great,
For one more moment, one more breath, one more warm touch;
I grasp desperately and sense the closeness -
the ONE just at the fingertips of my heart and mind,
Only to realize again and again and again,
There is no "One" - you are gone and I am - less.
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23. I'm Sorry Mom

A departed son's Message to his Mom and Dad reassuring them that he is in heaven and they shouldn't be in so much pain.
- By Zonda Davis
- Published: June 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Message From Son In Heaven

I'm sorry mom, for the things I put you through
I'm sorry mom, for not doing the things you wanted me to do
I'm sorry mom, for leaving you so soon
I'm sorry mom, for that call you got that afternoon

I'm sorry mom, for the things I put you through
I'm sorry mom, for not doing the things you wanted me to do
I'm sorry mom, for leaving you so soon
I'm sorry mom, for that call you got that afternoon
Leaving you was, the last thought on mind
Just like so many, I guess it was just my time

I thought about you, the last minutes of my life
I thought about my son and I even thought about my wife
But momma I can imagine, how this must be for you
Because I see you, when you are alone
When nobody else does

I don't want you to feel so much pain
There's really no one to blame
Tell dad to stop grieving
I see his pain as well

I almost didn't make it in
Ya'll know the life I live
But I had a second chance
And the Lord heard my prayer

My life wasn't taking instantly
I had time to repent
I asked the Lord to wash my sins
And show me a better way
He opens up new doors for me
And here is where I stay
So tell everyone who doubted me
I made it anyway

I'm sorry mom for leaving you, without saying goodbye
I'm sorry mom for hurting you, I still see you cry
I'm sorry mom, but be happy, I got my wings it's true
Something no one ever thought,
So the next time I see you crying, it's my wing that will be holding you

I'm so sorry mom, and I will always, always love you.
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24. All I Know Is

I am a bereaved mother and grandparent. I lost my son October 23, 2008, and granddaughter June of 08. My heart hurts. I have 2 other kids; they are wonderful.
- By Tina Pielstick
- Published: December 2010 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Bereaved Mother And Grandparent Poem

All I know is...I will always miss my son and long for him.
All I know is...one minute I'm together and the next I'm falling apart.
All I know is...my heart hurts all the time, and it has never felt whole since the day he died.
All I know is...the tears won't stop filling up my eyes, soaking my pillows or staining my face.

All I know is...I will always miss my son and long for him.
All I know is...one minute I'm together and the next I'm falling apart.
All I know is...my heart hurts all the time, and it has never felt whole since the day he died.
All I know is...the tears won't stop filling up my eyes, soaking my pillows or staining my face.
All I know is...I really, really miss him.
All I know is...it hurts ALL the time.
All I know is...I want him back.
All I know is...sometimes I want him so badly, that I want to go to him.
All I know is...there is no greater ache in this world than my child dying.
All I know is...I love him, even in death, I love him so much.
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25. Here I Stand

On April 3, 2008 my only child, Tyler, hydroplaned in his car and hit another vehicle. It was storming very hard that day, so Life Flight was unable to land. It happened less than 2 miles from our home. Tyler died at 6:37 that night from multiple blunt force trauma. He had an 18-month-old son of his own at this time. His name is Kainen and he is a replica of his father! I think of Tyler every minute of every day and I always will. I miss my baby boy so very much!
- By Shannon Foreman
- Published: October 2013 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem From A Grieving Mother

Here I stand the fourth year at your grave,
Still trying to accept the decision God made.
I drive myself crazy for a hint or a clue
Of why at nineteen He had to take you.

Here I stand the fourth year at your grave,
Still trying to accept the decision God made.
I drive myself crazy for a hint or a clue
Of why at nineteen He had to take you.
I would have made the choice if I'd been given one-
Today someone will die; either you or your son.
I would have stood tall and cried, "Lord! Let it be me!
He has his whole life to live and a precious baby!"
But obviously God doesn't work that way,
For whatever reason, He wanted you that day.
And now here I stand with tears in my eyes.
Every day for four years, I can't tell you goodbye.
I only say I love you and try to concentrate,
To hear your voice, to feel your touch, to see your handsome face.
And if I live to be a hundred, I'll still ask Him every day
Why didn't He take me instead of my only child away?
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26. The Handing Over
- By Lisa Willhite
- Published: May 2010 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
I stand before a vision so dreadful
knees weakened and shoulders, oh so weighted
reliving life, becoming regretful
for I questioned what God had since fated

I stand before a vision so dreadful
knees weakened and shoulders, oh so weighted
reliving life, becoming regretful
for I questioned what God had since fated

I fight the desire to "fall to knees"
a strong mother of sons never gives in
till his lips mouth, "I'm fine," again to me
letting him go will be my greatest sin

Have you love that can test as strong as mine
I ask you Lord, for I am his mother
will you kiss his cheeks, and hug hugs like mine
and be sure he sleeps, beneath the covers?

Deaf ears I fear, that are not of my own
till I hear as I fall, momma I'm home
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27. A Life Lost

July 31, 1997, a date that is seared in my memory, the date our son Philip died in an auto accident. It's been 13 years, but the pain still returns when you least expect it. Phil was a month away from his 18th birthday and had just graduated high school, with honors. We know we will see him again. Praise God.
- By Charles Vince
- Published: August 2012 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem Recalling Night Of Son's Death

Our son isn't home, where could he be?
It's after midnight, and the doorbell rings.
Who could be calling, he has a key.
A man in uniform, we see him through the glass.

Our son isn't home, where could he be?
It's after midnight, and the doorbell rings.
Who could be calling, he has a key.
A man in uniform, we see him through the glass.
"Do you have a son named Philip?" he asks.

With those few words our lives forever change.
We will never be the family we were, ever again.
Almost eighteen, in the prime of his life.
A careless driver has ended what should have been
a life full of promise, of hopes and of dreams.

Our lives must go on, what else can we do?
We know our faith in God will see us through.
He spoke to my heart, my soul and my mind.
"My precious child, He has been with me
since the moment he died."
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28. Kenn

I lost my only child at the age of 27 years. I could be bitter and even though I'm very sad, I thank God for giving me those 27 years with such a wonderful son.
- By Carolyn
- Published: March 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Death Of Only Child Poem

I know that my son has passed away
But I will love him until my dying day.
So please listen to my memories every now and then.
Family and friends, please allow me to talk about Kenn.

I know that my son has passed away
But I will love him until my dying day.
So please listen to my memories every now and then.
Family and friends, please allow me to talk about Kenn.

His hair was brown, his eyes were blue.
He never left without saying I love you.
He never caused us any pain,
With his life we had everything to gain.

We gained from him even in death.
He brought us to God and there is no greater wealth.
Yes, for our son there could be no other.
I thank God for choosing me to be his Mother.
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29. His Words Set Me Free

I lost my nephew in June of 2006. He was skateboarding and didn't put a helmet on. He hit his head, and he was gone 24 hours later. He was my sister's only child. She often says that she isn't a mother anymore. Please put a helmet on your child. He was 16 when he passed. We still have sorrow! It doesn't go away. If you have a child who skateboards, put a helmet on them please!
- By Michelle
- Published: August 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
I Lost My Nephew

I've held it in
Not sure why
But I've not been able to cry

I've held it in
Not sure why
But I've not been able to cry

He left so quick
I didn't have much time
Suddenly, he wasn't mine

I wasn't ready
To let him go
So if I cried, it would be so

I still had things to do
His wash, his games, his toys
The messy room of a boy

But suddenly
As I sat to wait
For him to come home through the garden gate

It struck me that he was gone
That he had died
And I began to cry

And I saw the angels
They were flying by
With my child in the sky

Give him back
I shouted out
But they just flew about

I fell to the ground
I challenged the Lord
Then I begged and read His Word

How can I live
When my life has just gone
How can I go on?

And then I hated
I blamed them all
For my child shouldn't have heard the call

While I lay there
In such pain
I heard a voice who called my name

"I do not know sadness
And I do not know hate
Most of all, I do not question my fate

Stand up, Mother
And very tall
I wasn't taken, I heard the call!"

So I got up
I turned around
And there was no one to be found

And so it was time to cry
'Cause I heard his voice
And it was also time to rejoice

"I wasn't taken, I heard the call"
He said to me
And it set me free
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30. Jonathan's Krakatoa

Jonathan suffered from depression, but we never knew how bad. He was only 40 and worked with me in our family business for 17 years. One day he was late for work - he was never late for work. We tried calling his mobile and sent text messages, but all with no reply. We went around to his house and his car was outside. I banged on the door and his little dog was running round inside, but still no answer. We managed to get in and went upstairs, but he was already dead with a cable around his neck.
- By Paul J. O'Brien
- Published: April 2018 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
My Son Committed Suicide From Depression

I was a lonely island with rough seas all about,
No airstrip to let people in and no harbor from which to get out.
Storms pounded my shores and crops failed on my land.
A broken boat with no oars, no escape could be planned.

I was a lonely island with rough seas all about,
No airstrip to let people in and no harbor from which to get out.
Storms pounded my shores and crops failed on my land.
A broken boat with no oars, no escape could be planned.
Years pass like hours and hours pass like seconds.
No birds and no flowers; what is it that beckons?
I rumble and shudder, then explode till it deafens.
Every part is thrust upwards 'til it reaches the heavens.
No more jagged rocks, no more frozen peaks.
No more icy streams, no more stagnant creeks.
The sea rushes in, and I'm washed from the maps.
I don't leave a trace, nor leave any tracks.
Now I am everywhere, wherever you look,
Like notes in a song and words in a book.
I am blown in the wind, and I sparkle in sunlight.
I drift on the sea, and I twinkle in moonlight.
I'm in every corner and on every shore.
I'm in time and space and right at your door.
I was a lonely island but not anymore.
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31. My Green-Eyed Soldier Boy

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.
- By Angela D. Ebanks
- Published: January 2017 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Remembering Son

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.

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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32. Leaving Tears

My son, Steven, recently died in a motorcycle accident. We had just returned from Germany, full of old trees and castles. What a time we had! I was a firefighter for 30 years and have seen many bad things. But seeing my own son dead put me into fireman mode again. It was difficult to find a pathway to grieving. Always being strong, burying one's feelings, has its downside. Even the strongest tree can break under the worst storm. I've found poetry as one path to feel and share my deepest loss.
- By Lawrence J. Bach
- Published: July 2013 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem From A Grieving Father

The mourning, misty oak leaves weep.
Warm dew drops falling from them sweep
Across cold stones in salty streams,
Spent tears for Steven's broken dreams.

The mourning, misty oak leaves weep.
Warm dew drops falling from them sweep
Across cold stones in salty streams,
Spent tears for Steven's broken dreams.

Wolves howl under a death pale moon.
Dark sirens from the forest gloom.
Black winds carry the raven's cry.
Steve's severed spirit crossed the sky.

Strong oak forest groans and grieves
For red drops dripping on its leaves
From a son who lies beneath the sod
In peaceful rest from loving God.

The mourning oak tree sheds its tears,
For laughter it no longer hears.
Clear drops hang from limbs in sorrow
And drowns all dreams of hope tomorrow.

Each night a father hangs his head
Against the dark; he cries, eyes red
While Steven dreams in still-heart sleep.
The oaks, they haunt yet nightly weep.
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Son Death Poems - Page 2

21. Passing Time

I wrote this poem 8 months after my son's death. His story accompanies a poem I wrote that is as already on this web site called "Picture Of You." That poem along with this relays the feelings that only a grieving mother would understand. I hope you agree.

22. One Year Less

23. I'm Sorry Mom

A departed son's Message to his Mom and Dad reassuring them that he is in heaven and they shouldn't be in so much pain.

24. All I Know Is

I am a bereaved mother and grandparent. I lost my son October 23, 2008, and granddaughter June of 08. My heart hurts. I have 2 other kids; they are wonderful.

25. Here I Stand

26. The Handing Over

27. A Life Lost

28. Kenn

I lost my only child at the age of 27 years. I could be bitter and even though I'm very sad, I thank God for giving me those 27 years with such a wonderful son.

29. His Words Set Me Free

30. Jonathan's Krakatoa

31. My Green-Eyed Soldier Boy

32. Leaving Tears