While walking through the woods
I feel like I’ve been here before
But when I am not sure
There is a presence I can not explain
But I hear a spirit call my name
The wind blows harshly upon my back
As if the spirit is coming in for the attack
I turn around to see a familiar figure
Standing in front of me
The figure says nothing he just looks at my feet
I look down to see a tombstone engraved with words in gold
“To my beloved son”
John Anderson
1990-1992
A tear wells up in my eye as I fall to my knees
I realize this is my child taking the eternal sleep