Here, I Cry For Mine…

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Somewhere, someone is crying over losing someone

Crying, grieving their hearts out in such pain

Here, someone … does the same

My son is gone, he died one day

He fell to the sand, took his last breath

As he looked at the ocean, the sky, his little son

I know someone else’s son has gone away

Maybe someone caused their death

Or they were involved in a crash

It doesn’t matter in the end, a son has died

A mother’s heart is broken, torn apart

By the most deepest of grief, deepest of pain

Her child is gone, the child she brought into the world

The son she always knew would be there for her

Has gone away… gone away forever

He won’t be there on holidays while other sons are

No happy smiles of pleasure when holiday meals are eaten

This mother’s son won’t be there, he’ll never be there again

Grief, honestly sometimes a little anger fill this mother’s heart

This mother doesn’t question ‘why?’, why would she?

She’s not going to get an answer, no one can tell her why

How can I get through the coming holidays

Be strong, everyone says………. can you be so strong, I wonder?

I say it’s easier to tell someone that if you’ve never lost a son

Don’t tell me that, I don’t want to hear it

My existence now, is pure proof that I’ve been strong

Just care quietly, you don’t have to say anything

I can hurt while I’m strong, I won’t go hide from pain

I will meet it head-on, cry if I need to

I’ve known pain all my life, but… I never lost a son before

I’ve lost almost every member of my family, but… never a son

My only child is gone, this is a whole different ballgame

I should have been the one to go first while he lived his life out

He should have lived to be a grandfather, the father he was

Of two precious children, though he was close to but, one

His little son should have grown up to have his daddy

Tommy’s gone, Taban doesn’t have his daddy

My son’s gone, I don’t have a child anymore

Somewhere a mother cries for her child… here, I cry for mine

I miss you, son… Love, Mama

6 thoughts on “Here, I Cry For Mine…”

Don’t have children … but I can image that to lose the child must be so hard on body, heart and soul. Wonderful written.

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grannyscolorful on October 23, 2012 at 7:08 AM said:

Thank you, Viveka. The pain is more than I can ever describe… sometimes I keep writing to try to bring it out into the open… I don’t talk about it to anyone around me…. but, when I write I feel it’s okay because a person chooses to read, to know and has the option to not read my words. I don’t let my emotions affect others if possible… they have enough problems of their own. Here on the internet… when writing… I write about what I know best…. pain, grief that is a part of my everyday life… hidden to people who know me… if they want to know, they can come here to read… I just can’t talk about it in person. 🙂 Gloria :)))) Also, no one will feel the need to feel sorry for me, or think that I want them to. I can listen to other people when they talk, but… I don’t make them listen to me talk… I write. :)))

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