A Mommy and Her Son

I wrote this poem years ago for my best friend, her little boy passed away in 99. In Memory Of Charles Brody Kouns.

I get up each morning telling myself to breath.

And that you didn't want to leave me.

I go to your crib hoping you are there.

And all I find is the memories we shared.

I hold your stuffed toys and smell your clothes.

When all I really want is to have you to hold.

Time is to heal all wounds they say.

But I can't imagine this crushing feeling ever going away.

I pray to God that he keeps you close to him.

And that you will remember me when we meet again.

I love you son with all my heart and soul.

And when I die, in my arms you will go.

To be together for always and eternity.

A mommy and her son, that's the way it should be.

By: Missy Newland