Our son isn't home, where could he be?
It's after midnight, and the doorbell rings.
Who could be calling, he has a key.
A man in uniform, we see him through the glass.
"Do you have a son named Philip?" he asks.
With those few words our lives forever change.
We will never be the family we were, ever again.
Almost eighteen, in the prime of his life.
A careless driver has ended what should have been
a life full of promise, of hopes and of dreams.
Our lives must go on, what else can we do?
We know our faith in God will see us through.
He spoke to my heart, my soul and my mind.
"My precious child, He has been with me
since the moment he died."
Poem Recalling Night Of Son's Death
My son, Les, passed away on October 2, 2000, and I will never stop missing him. I know he is in the room of angels. His Dad left December 27, 2001, which I have accepted, I think, but I miss...
A Life Lost
Published by Family Friend Poems August 2012 with permission of the Author.
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I know how you feel...i just had to put down my dog today. I had him for 15yrs...so sad