Dearest Child
by Lesley A. Couzens
Leedon - Our Angel in Heaven
My dearest child, the day you went away my heart was ripped from my chest, a part of me went with you and the world came crashing down around me. My dearest child, although time goes on without you, I think of you everyday and miss you so much it hurts. My dearest child, I have a knot in my chest that is painful, as if a knife has pierced my heart, and I know that the pain of losing you will be with me for all of my life. My dearest child, You are so precious, kind and gentle. It is so hard to accept that you had to go away. My dearest child, I cry for you every day and long to look upon your face, hear your voice, touch your cheek and hold you in my arms one more time like when you were a little boy and make everything right. My dearest child, I wish that it was a dream, and you were coming home, But you will never come, and a dream it will never be. My dearest child, I feel you with me sometimes and that makes me happy for a while. The sadness in my heart is so hard to bear and crying is my only release. My dearest child, people tell me to remember that I have other children, this I know I am not an idiot. Everyone should know that your brothers cannot fill the void left by you, that space is yours, and yours alone. My dearest child, only the people that have lost their child can know what I am feeling and the pain that I bear. Those others must remember that my life changed, and I changed the day that you went away. I will never be the same again, and I hope that people will accept this. My dearest child, this is my time to grieve for the loss of my precious child. This is my time to cry and be sad for a while. And one day I will be able to think of you with a smile and hopefully fewer tears. And when I'm old and grey and my time on earth is done, I will come home to you in the place that you have gone. My dearest child, remember that my love for you will never die, and I will miss you for the rest of my life. And I believe that you are an Angel looking over us from up above beyond the distant stars. by Lesley Couzens
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