My Dearest Son.

My dearest Son,
Even though I may not bare child again.
Do not grieve for the loss of Thy Brother.
He sings and plays with Angels,
On white feathered wings.
Whilst silver gray tears platter Thy cheeks,
You have this world to play with, "he says".

You will grow and make new Brothers,
In your holdings.
You shall, be ful-filled.
You will travell safely on your life journey.
Till you two meet again,
At your cross roads end.
I say.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
Just loss

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Comments (7)

ladyjewel
teddybear teddybear hug that I understand so wellhandshake
morgen90210
just sharing your loss. .
rapturecapture
Hi Liz

I know this feeling well...
Here's a very BIGhugfrom me...hope all is well at your side of the country.
I loved the poem so beautiful

Thank you for sharing your thoughts

Martina xxxhug hug hug angel wave
TAR_734
Very touching 2725dl, and quite close to my heartcrying
We all suffer loss...that's lifemoping
Nice work!bouquet
Robert
teddybear
darkhorse555
heartfelt touching deeply god bless dear friend my prayers are with youangel
Odette67
You will travell safely on your life journey.
Till you two meet again,
At your cross roads end.
I say.

So heartbreaking to read, God bless. angel
beautifulyou
so very poignant and heartfelt,
ty for sharing this beauty with us Liz

you're missed around here and i hope we see you soon rose
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