grieving a son

Reflections on Reunion

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on . Posted in Poems about Death

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I’m hungry for the sight of you;
the shades, both dark and light of you.
The way you held yourself, your smile
(gone missing for too long a while).

You were my youngest boy, my heart.
I held you closely from the start.
The last baby that I would bear,
the last one who would need my care.

More care was needed than I knew;
I tried so hard to see you through.
Somehow you drew a losing hand.
You left us, and I understand.

But when this old world sets me free,
yours is the face I want to see;
yours is the cheek I want to touch.
I miss you son, so much…so much.

For more of my poems about death, loss and grieving, click here. If this poem resonated with you, you might also want to read You Gave Enough.

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