I am a mom who lost a son. I lie awake praying or crying.I wonder if he is alive or dead.
Is he alright?
Is he eating or is he cold, maybe he is in danger.
Sleep is very hard to come by.
I miss his smile, his sense of
humor,
the way he loves animals with such
warmth.
I miss watching him paint on canvas
and
turn that canvas into a beautiful
picture.
I miss how neat he was. About
himself,
his room and all things around him.
I miss the little gifts he used to give
me.
The phone calls when he made me
laugh.
Now he's gone out of our lives.
There is an emptiness that
cannot be explained.
I never thought I could feel this
way.
Forgive me if I talk about him
maybe a little too much.
But you see, it hurts so bad.