Crushing

One year old,
Only 4 seasons for your life has been told,
Summer Skies and Winter Nights,
A long life yet to burn inside your eyes.

I remember your fingers and toes,
So small to go with your little nose,
I'd rub my finger gently between your eyes,
Watch as you begin to sleep and the dreams consume your mind.

Your eyes would twitter to your dreams,
You are proof of heaven so it seems,
When all life comes crashing down,
I view your memory to restore my crown,

But 'buhbuh'; here is why this troubles me,
That the entire week of my birthday,
Was just pain and yet glee,
Happy all week and taken again away from me,

Broken ribs and bones,
Cannot bring me down,
I shed no tear,
No whimpering sound,

Now you're gone and here is the truth,
I cried aloud,
I was not proud,
The only pain capable of bringing me down,

5 days of laughter and joyful sound,
My son,
My blood,
The prince to later acquire my crown.

Today's my birthday,
To remind me,
That the life you create and lead,
Is crushing when its thousands of miles away from me.

Love you son. Cya soon.

by NiceGuysLoveBetter
posted on 11/06/2009