He Can’t Come Back This Time…


Please forgive the ‘flaws’ in this photo of my son, Tommy, when he was one year old.  We lost all in a house fire… thankfully, I had a suitcase of photos upstairs that survived the fire.

 

The firemen with their hoses of water, were trying unsuccessfully to save our home, our belongings.  The water damaged the photos… I don’t care, I’m thankful to have what I have left… you don’t hear me complain.

 

I still have a lock of ‘strawberry-blonde‘ hair that was sealed in a bag, inside the suitcase… the same hair the sunshine shone down on, kissed… on a little boy playing in the white sand.

 

Tommy’s first haircut came when he was exactly one year old.  In the mountains where we lived, that was the custom there.  He got his first haircut in November, 1970… he was born November 20, 1969.  My precious son, Tommy Mitchell Sidden.

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He Can’t Come Back … This Time

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

The bright sunlight shone on the little boy’s strawberry-blonde hair

As he sat in the white sand… not aware of being watched

Not caring if he was… he was in his own imaginary world

Where trucks and cars roared with life as he pushed them with his little hands

 

She stood there with a sweet smile on her face, her eyes filled with love

For her little son who played in the white sand in his little world

She prayed to God to keep him safe, let him grow up without feeling pain

As she’d grown up to know… please don’t let my son ever know pain she prayed to God

 

Little did she know that not only would her little son grow up to know pain

The pain she’d known her young life… had only just begun

Thankfully, she’d didn’t know because she may have given up before she started

If she’d known what was coming her way

 

I pray God my soul to keep, I pray for happiness, good health

I pray that you, God, will keep my son and I safe

Have everything we need to live our lives

Please don’t let the bogeyman get us, keep us safe from all

 

The mother stood there watching her little son, tears filled her eyes

She wanted to gather him up in her arms, the love she felt for him

Was overwhelming, she wanted to protect him from the very life

She loved, embraced… but, knowing well that life isn’t always what it seems to be

 

She tried never to let her son out of her sight… impossible for a mother to do

Life has ways of separating all of us for a few minutes, even for the longest of times

This mother never knew her son would go missing from her life for 3 years

When he did, she had no control… the person responsible never knew she’d set something in motion

 

She thought she was helping the young mother when she did what she felt best

The little boy disappeared, the young mother began to wander the world searching, wondering

Where is my little son, I can know no peace, no happiness until he is found

No one seemed to know, to want to tell her where her little boy went

 

No one can ever know the grief of a mother when her son goes missing

Nor can they possibly know the happiness of a grieving mother to find her child

Only to lose him again later in life, this time forever

To become a grieving mother for the rest of her life… he can’t come back … this time

 

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8 thoughts on “He Can’t Come Back This Time…

  1. Gloria I am so sorry for your pain. I look at his little face in that picture (and some of the others you have shared) and see his resemblance to you. My chest hurts reading about your pain. But I want you to also know the funny and sweet things you share about your Tommy make me smile and chuckle.

  2. the memories in you heart Gloria those are the special ones, all the reminders (photos, gold nuggets etc) are beautiful and good to have (I have many mementos myself) but the memories and love in our hearts will never be lost or damaged. I feel your pain you know that so I am reaching out to you with my short fat arms across the miles of cyber space, I am wrapping them around you in a gentle hug, a kiss on the cheek {oops watch that box of tissues in my hand there don’t want to bump you with those we are going to need them}, now feel my arms give a soft squeeze. that is for you and for me, for we need to ‘feel’ that hug from one another sometimes. Love and prayers my friend.

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