On the day, I lost you forever my beloved son.

In loving memory of you, my beloved son.

Crying Eye

Why do I have to cry on this day every year?

  • It hurts.
  • It’s thumping in my head.
  • My heart beats faster with each passing minute until the clock strikes six PM.

Having held you tight in my arms the day you were born, sharing your breath and felling your soft baby flesh, while listening to your calm heart beating next to mine, made me cry. You were so tiny, so loving and such a beautiful little baby-boy. Then God robbed me of your love at a time, were I never would expect it. You left without saying goodbye. That day my soul, my spirit, my heart got torn. My heart broke when you were no longer there, and it will always stay broken.

I wish I could call you in heaven, hear your voice, hug you and once again hold you in my arms. I dream of hearing your your voice again, just one more time, so I can tell you how much I love you, and that you’ll always be mine. I wish so much…

 

  • Hear your laughter again.
  • Tell you how much we all miss  you.
  • Your sister and brothers miss you.
  • Your children.
  • I miss you.

 

 

 

Not a day goes by without me thinking of you. Mostly in silence, where I often say your name, when my lips whisper in sorrow of what I want to do if I see you again.

 

  • I want to hold your hand. 
  • Embrace you. 
  • Comfort you. 
  • Laugh with you. 
  • Talk to you.

I am looking at the angels, in sorrow glaring at it; are you one of them?

I am peaking at the stars, wishing; are you one of them blinking at me in the darkness of the silent night?

I am glaring at the illuminated moon; imagining you’re sitting on the edge––then you’re looking down at me and writing me a letter.

  • I am thinking about the memories.
  • Glancing at the pictures of you.

Crying in my misery, thinking of how you stay steadfast in every beat of my heart.

  • I will never forget you.
  • I can’t forget you.
  • I won’t forget you.
  • I still believe you’re here with me.

But, mostly, I wish this tragic day had never happened because it’s unfair that God took you away before me.

MOM

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