For a Mother who has just lost her child…
A poetic conversation between a mother and her dead son.
Oh bring back those days I had with you,
My heart yearns to see that gentle smile,
The hours we had were just so few,
But I’ll treasure them all the while.
You were my innocent baby sweet,
A gift from love, my great short term treat.
For the love and joy you brought our way,
Form memories we live with today.
You were a gentle soul my love,
Angelic face sent from above.
You were my apple, my star and joy,
And For you I forever shall cry.
Then a little voice to me does say,
I’m here with you forever to stay.
I had a purpose to live that way,
They decreed I had to go away.
Each night I come to be in your arms,
To give your grieving heart soulful rest.
To gently heal the wounds with balms,
For cuts I left upon your breast.
You are my mother and will always be,
You were everything in the world to me.
You kissed me, cared and nurtured me,
Made me what was meant to be.
Maybe if I had my way,
I would have chosen to stay.
But my Creator had plans for me,
In the realms of deep Infinity.
Don’t cry for me for I am at rest,
I’ve found my inner peace.
I will live on in your tender breast,
For memories never cease.
Don’t mourn for me for I’m alive,
In the world called Eternity,
Waiting for you is what I’ll strive,
When you attain Infinity.
My mortal remains are all but gone,
But I pray please don’t look so forlorn.
I am around never more to part,
For I live on in your grieving heart.
My dearest baby, there you’ll stay,
Till I unite with you someday.
Visit me every night I pray,
And take my tears and pain away.
My gentle star, my guiding light,
You put on a very brave fight.
Although you had to go away,
I know your love for me will stay.
Baby how I miss you so,
The world around will never know.
You were the apple of my eye,
The only reason that I cry.
My dear mum, I am your son,
Forever that I will be.
My mortal remains, yes, it did part,
But I live on in your loving heart.
Just close your eyes and remember me,
I’m everywhere you want me to be.
I’m part of your loving family,
But alive only in memory.

By Anisha Achankunju