There was no band, no flags, and no ceremonial salute.
He picked up his lunch box, which she packed with love
His job didn’t require an attaché or a military suite
But he was blessed with a gift any mother would be proud of
With a cup of coffee in his hand and a smile you could never forget
He walked out the door for a job that required muscle and lots of sweat
That evening he came home with stone dust on his cloths, and blood blisters on his hands
The pain that I knew his hands and body felt, was more than I could stand
He said a job worth doing, is a job worth doing right
I never knew when I would hear that phrase; it would keep me up at night
He arose with the night sky, and came home just before the setting sun
His labor was very strenuous and hard, still he would try to make it fun

I ask him how his day was, as usual he replied, “O-K”
But there was no way for either of us to know, this would be his last day
His last day to smile at me, or kiss me on the cheek
Never again to hug him tight or make my day complete
So off to bed after dinner was done, and a movie or two for him
Before he would turn in for the night, with a smile and a big grin
It was Saturday night and all seemed well, as I turned off my light
I never knew this would be the last time he would ever say “Mother, good night”
Sunday morning came it started out as usual
Though a little bit unstable
I was told to come and check on my son because he didn’t feel right
The approach I was given gave me a scare, so quickly to my feet I had him in my sight

I touched his precious body as he lay on his bed
My blood rushed fast and a thousand thoughts surged inside my head
I really cant’ say what I did next, though I was told I said some weird things
I lost my senses of comprehension to a great extreme
The days flew by, and soon it was months, before I was to my self
These are times I could never have imagined, or get through without any help
And at times I didn’t know who or where I was, times I still questioned if it’s real
No time or joy can take his place or cause my soul to heal
I stayed at a friends’ for a couple of months for the house was too hard to bare
When I came back a flood of tears took my breathe, as I sat in his favorite chair

Still, I couldn’t believe he was truly gone, he would be back today
So, I went up to his bedroom where his things were neatly put away
I wanted to stay there, sitting in his chair till he returned, I had hoped
For the reality of the loss of my son, was just too much for me to cope
I went to his desk where it was littered with an incredible collection of things
Among them was a cd of the Kingsmen Quartet, he so often listened to them sing
I sat in his room for a good while, because my soul had lost the time
I wept so many mournful tears, for the love that caused my life to shine
I knew I had to make myself get up, so to my room I went
As I sat down upon my bed I realized of all cruel things, this is the greatest torment

On the wall was a picture of a baby boy, and his toothless grin
I thought how can go on living in a world without him
Framed with pride, the same little boy who held my hand many times
Who turned a bleak dreary day to rainbows and sunshine
Not much time I thought, between that photograph and the closing of the front door.
Not much more than a decade or so, perhaps a little more
Suddenly, the strangest sensations happened, like things would whisper to me
The house was full of his voice, and echoes’ of laughter the way it use to be
His voice led me to a filing case and a folder stuffed with awards and report cards
Among them a newspaper clipping of him expressing his thoughts on Santa’s reindeers, for me this was very hard

There were some faded photographs and a lock of fine baby hair
I sat down and thought how time had flown, how life just didn’t seem fair
Why, it was only yesterday when I held him in my arms!
All the many looks he possessed, he filled with love and charm
I thought too, of that last look and grin he gave unknowingly to me
How I cherish them dearly in my heart for all eternity
Well, my son you’ve crossed into another dimension of time and space
One that eventually we all must go through and face
And if by Gods grace you can see, or hear me now
I want you to know my faithfulness to God, I do avow
For I know you now bare His bright shield and new spear
And your voice once again, may God allow me to hear

I salute you my son.
You’re the best stone mason this world ever had
And I am proud; I will always think of you and be sad
Though there remains in my heart the smiles and the grins
That will always comfort me deep within
Now; build God a wall that the angels will sing
“This is a gift to our God, and eternal king”.
From a son, a mother, a brother, a dad and a mason
For the architect of all creation

Written and Composed By:
Nancy Bailey-Whitmore-Shields
Copyright © 2008

Thank You Jesus


Nancy Shields

Huntington, United States

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These writings are very special and personal to me. Now, I share them with the world that in some way they will be of benefit in comforting someone.
It is still hard for me as I go over these poems to place on this wonderful site. But, I hope by doing so, that someone somewhere, shares the love, the hurt, the pain, and the anguish of such an enormous loss. Understanding life is sometimes challenging, as is its counterpart, death. Nancy

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