My Son.

From a cold dark dream

His morning does come

Striking and silent

Through the loss of his son.

His clothes soaked in sweat

The dawn brings regret

A horrible night

He needs to forget.

The ocean rises as the angel sings

I'll hold you so close as the phone rings

My heart sings out your name

My son my only without you I am lame.

Reviews

[Kiana]

Absolutely love this! Brought tears to my eyes! Thank you for sharing (:

[Jamie]

Thank you so much Kiana :)

[Skai Rain]

This is an intriguing work of yours. Thank you for sharing!

[Jamie]

Thank you Brit :)

[Jennesis]

Feeling that immense gut drop when the phone brings bad news. Sounds like a cold place to be. Nice job illustrating the trauma of that night

[Jamie]

Thank you very much :)

[Ashley Rachelle]

I enjoyed this poem as well. I liked the ryhme scheme and the metaphors

[Jamie]

Thank you :)

[Lizardo]

Wonderful poem!
Love this line: ''The ocean rises as the angels sings''
Great imagination, Did enjoyed a lot this poem

[Jamie]

Thank you!

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

Awe, this poem was really heartfelt. I enjoyed the flow. It was sad, but you could see how much love there was at the same time. Thank you for sharing.

[Jamie]

Thank you Angie :)