These Days

At times, these days, I’m certain that I hear
Or think I hear your tread upon the floor
But when I glance from ‘neath my silent tear
‘Tis but a breath of air, and nothing more.
Do I now sense you there as morning sun
Breaks brightly in the top of leafy tree
Could you be in the birds on wing, my son?
Or by the shores of Autumn’s restless sea?
These mysteries too deep for me to know
There’s naught to do but live each day by day
From Summer’s calm to Winter winds that blow;
The wind that blew my darling boy away.
Dear Jake, I look for you both near and far
From here on earth, to heaven’s brightest star.


About edcol52

The Infinite Fountain of Love and Loss flows unceasingly into the pool of memory and sorrow. I created this blog in response to the most dreadful tragedy every parent fears, the death of a child, our 24 year old son, Jake. We are now on an unimagined journey along this road of grief and recovery. If you can find some comfort within these pages, than I will have succeeded in some small measure.
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5 Responses to These Days

  1. Haunting but lovely… Keep writing, Ed. Love to Terry.

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