Death, crying, loss, hurt, sorrow, little boy, four, years, old. died. grief.
Grieving for Gerrin
Leave me alone; I want to go home;
I weep and cry, and groan. I am home
But, so forlorn.
Don’t go away, please stay
No place to run dust motes
swirling, twirling in afternoon sun.
Work and play from break of day
To going down of sun.
Death knocked on the door
Still life goes on.
Baby brother has no other
To play with now at home;
Rock a bye; Amazing Grace
Don’t you cry, Gerrin Boy
Tears streaming down my face
The world tilted and spun out of control
It threw me down a deep dark hole.
Be strong, be brave, inside I scream and rave.
Dandelion bright yellow gone
To seed, blown away on harsh winds
Ears straining , Eyes searching for little man.
Childish laughter, siblings playing with his tractors
in the dirt and the sand; Sisters busy, throwing tizzy
Leave baby brother alone.
I am broken, brittle, want to cry
I am aching, seeking a million questions, WHY?
The years ahead stretch empty and bleak
All the stars gone from the sky
Why did our grandson only four have to die?
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