To My Son

We walked along
You gabbling with joy
Your hand in mine
When you were just a boy

In days of flowers
There among the wood,
I took it in
But never understood

Somehow, I lost you then,
But didn’t see it;
Amid the brightness of
Each perfect day

I loved you, but I lost you,
Never knowing
The sorrows waiting
Just around the way

I love you more than life,
But I have failed you;
For blinded by my pride,
I didn’t see —

That I had lost you to
The ghosts and demons,
I loved you,
But I failed you,

Horribly

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3 Thoughts to “To My Son

  1. Oh … oh. I don’t quite have words dor the feeling this evokes. The closest I can get is: Sometimes there is only so much that can be done from the outside, no matter how much you love a person.

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