Dave I remember your poem. It was one of the first you posted wasn't it?
Manfred - very touching. Sorry is all I can think to say. A child should never go before the parents.
Heather
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Zondrae
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G'day,
My son was working at Maccers and the boy standing beside him was electrocuted. It could and in fact should have been my son doing that job at the time but the new lad was so keen he jumped in and began cleaning the back of the grill. It was his second shift. It knocked me for six and took weeks to recover. I can't even begin to imagine how I would cope if it had been my baby.
On A Lost Son.
© Zondrae King (10/05) Corrimal
My son, my only precious one, is gone.
The light that was forever in his eyes
snuffed out from where it shone.
And we who still live on will realize
though mortals part, his spirit will live on.
Did heav’n choose, this angel to impart
and fill the yawning void that lingered here
within a mothers heart,
as answer to her years of endless prayer?
Could that alone have been his earthly part?
What meaning then, will morning waking bring?
Can we find comfort now, within reason?
How can the birds still sing?
In Gods broad plan everything has season.
Is there treason, now in simply breathing?
Why has fate taken him and not this one,
to sit, in heav’n above, at makers feet.
His life had just begun.
Surely my purpose here is near complete.
I’ll mourn forever for my darling son.
When death has lifted from my soul, lifes’ weight
and I will find at last my spirit free,
approaching Peters’ gate,
one final thing that you can do for me,
stand by, my son, and for your mother wait.
My son was working at Maccers and the boy standing beside him was electrocuted. It could and in fact should have been my son doing that job at the time but the new lad was so keen he jumped in and began cleaning the back of the grill. It was his second shift. It knocked me for six and took weeks to recover. I can't even begin to imagine how I would cope if it had been my baby.
On A Lost Son.
© Zondrae King (10/05) Corrimal
My son, my only precious one, is gone.
The light that was forever in his eyes
snuffed out from where it shone.
And we who still live on will realize
though mortals part, his spirit will live on.
Did heav’n choose, this angel to impart
and fill the yawning void that lingered here
within a mothers heart,
as answer to her years of endless prayer?
Could that alone have been his earthly part?
What meaning then, will morning waking bring?
Can we find comfort now, within reason?
How can the birds still sing?
In Gods broad plan everything has season.
Is there treason, now in simply breathing?
Why has fate taken him and not this one,
to sit, in heav’n above, at makers feet.
His life had just begun.
Surely my purpose here is near complete.
I’ll mourn forever for my darling son.
When death has lifted from my soul, lifes’ weight
and I will find at last my spirit free,
approaching Peters’ gate,
one final thing that you can do for me,
stand by, my son, and for your mother wait.
Zondrae King
a woman of words
a woman of words
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Bob Pacey
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Can not keep them in cotton wool but even now I worry when my son or daughter are travelling.
They are still ten foot tall and bullet proof.
Yahoo Go you Broncos.
Bob
They are still ten foot tall and bullet proof.
Yahoo Go you Broncos.
Bob
The purpose in life is to have fun.
After you grasp that everything else seems insignificant !!!
After you grasp that everything else seems insignificant !!!
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Zondrae
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G'day Bob,
yes, my mother used to say "they make your arms ache when they're little and your heart ache when they're big." I found out she missed a few steps.. I think this will make a poem one day. But then again I already have two 'empty nest' poems.
yes, my mother used to say "they make your arms ache when they're little and your heart ache when they're big." I found out she missed a few steps.. I think this will make a poem one day. But then again I already have two 'empty nest' poems.
Zondrae King
a woman of words
a woman of words