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
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Author:
Tony36 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Though it has been a while. the pain still hurts. His mother left me (still living) shortly after our son's passing.
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Heartfelt poem written here Tony. Sorry for your loss.
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Got a lot of chills from that Tony. That is a wonderful and sad poem. I am so sorry that happened to you.
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A chill ran across my back. Thank you for sharing a very personal write. Sorry for your loss.
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A beautiful piece, yet such sadness within. Thank you for posting x
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I don't know what to say, this is a hard thing to digest, thank you for sharing and I am truly sorry for your loss.
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Beautifully and poetically written. Sorry for your loss. The death of a child often leads to divorce. Sending positive thoughts and prayers.
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Heart wrenching, I'm sorry for your loss.
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