Wearing my heart outside my chest

No matter how strong I may appear to be, I'm always weak because he's not here with me like he should be. He loved me in his own way without expressing it verbally. I knew he felt this way because it was how God ordained it to be. A mother and her child so close yet never really knew each other......except the heart comes in and speaks in a muted form. I carried him so I knew him through his soul. Though it was a brief encounter, it was the best one I've shared with anyone.my whole life and future ones to come. He had a mothers love and that made it incomparable. When his soul was laid to rest, part of me went too, never to return. That's how hell know me, by my soul. Rest in peace Taison. My beautiful perfect son. Never will you hurt like me. February 2, 2006- February 2, 2006