Only recently joined this site again after a long hiatus...Good to see that some things never change. People still hell bent on playing their dumb *** games...Seems to me that they'd limit their game playing to the courts or the ball fields...

My Son


My son never saw the light of day,
His nose never wrinkled at the scent of fresh cut hay.
I never got to see the twinkle in his eye,
Til years later when gazing upon a star filled sky.
My boy will never grow into the man he should be,
But I see him, I see him, if only distantly.
My son never saw in my eyes an adoring look,
I never read to him a story from his favorite book.
He lives within my heart to this very day,
I can sometime hear a faint whisper, Daddy, Daddy, it's ok.
My boy will never know the love of a wife,
He'll never bear children or give my grandchildren life.
Though he is gone, I see him everyday,
From my memories, he'll never fade away.
My boy will never feel the warmth of the sun,
He'll never howl at the moon as his father has done.
So very many things he'll never see and do,
but if you catch me staring, it may be him that I see in you.
My son's heart beats within my chest,
It's when thinking of him I am at my best.
Although he is gone and yet I remain,
It's the love of his father's father that helps keep me sane.
My son will never hear the sweet sound of a well played horn,
For you see, My Son, My Son, My Son, was stillborn.



M.Z.C