My Son

Do you think I won’t hurt,
when I hear his name?
and that I can stand
to see you in such pain?

He was only here a while,
What?….so only you can feel
- the anguish and the mourning?
NO! What I feel is very real!

He was our baby boy,
born to me and you
Lived a tiny life,
with fingers and toes brand new
I hate to see you cry
and I can not stop your tears
but no one understands,
how much a father fears?

I should be strong for you
and help the hurt to go
But how can I be strong
when I am hurting so
I carried his tiny coffin
as through he were asleep
I saw the mourner’s faces,
they were all allowed to weep
but I had to hold it in
and be everybody’s ‘rock’
Not really being strong
I was in a state of shock

And when they had all gone,
there was only you and I
I was trying to console you,
so my tears I’d quickly dry.
Waiting to be alone
and you had ceased to weep,
then I could sit and cry,
for my son who went to sleep

© RebeccaWeston 2009

My Son


Joined February 2009

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Artist's Description

When my son lost his baby boy, I watched as everyone consoled the baby’s mother but expected my son to be strong.
I wrote this about how I thought he was feeling inside and what he might have said

Featured by Back in Black – 2nd May 2009

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