Son death poems
Leaving tears
- by Lawrence J. Bach 59
The mourning, misty oak leaves weepWarm dew drops falling from them sweep
Across cold stones in salty streams
Spent tears for Steven's broken dreams
Wolves howl under a death-pale moon
Dark sirens from the forest gloom
Black winds carry the raven's cry
Steve's severed spirit crossed the sky
Strong oak forest groans and grieves
For red drops dripping on its leaves
From a son who lies beneath the sod
In peaceful rest from loving God
The mourning oak tree sheds its tears
For laughter it no longer hears
Clear drops hang from limbs in sorrow
Drowns all dreams of hope tomorrow
Each night a father hangs his head
Against the dark, he cries eyes red
While Steven's dreams, in still-heart sleep
The oaks they haunt yet nightly weep
A tribute to tyrone
- by Kily Dunbar 58
No words I write could ever sayHow sad and empty I feel today
The Angels came for you
Much sooner than I planned
I'll brave the bitter grief that comes
And I'll try my best understand
Tyrone, why did you have to go away
Why wasn't it right for you to stay
In my heart Tyrone will always be
I love him dearly and I know he'll watch over me
What I'm suffering seems so unfair
But one thing is for certain
My love for him will always be there
Tyrone, my son you always will be
The most important part of my heart's memory
I'll cherish the moments I held you in my arms
And I'm sure that if you had of stayed longer
You would have graced me with your charms
A thousand words won't bring you back
I know because I've tried
Neither will a thousand tears
I know because I've cried
Now you're up in Heaven
With the Angels up above
They will take my place for now
And they'll give you all their love
So go and rest in peace now
My little boy so dear
For all my love and memories
I will hold forever near