by Tamara Sharp
Forgive me son, I could not see the pain you had to bear.
I thought you strong and wise and old. A soul so fine and rare.
I carried you close to my heart when your life first began.
I'll carry you forever son, the child and the man
I laid my hand upon your brow and kissed your face today.
To say farewell until we meet, when next I come your way.
Above your grave, the icy wind reflects my spirit's chill.
My son is gone! my heart cries out. The world should stand still!
But as I gaze around and see that life's still moving on.
I realize that you're not dead. You've simply gone beyond.
They say this life is one big test. This is the ultimate.
do I believe God has you safe or that you've sealed your fate?
They say you've go to hell, my son. Oh, this I can't believe.
Your hell was here upon this earth. That's why you chose to leave.
I wonder how that I could fail to understand your plight.
I, who profess to love you much, just could not make things right.
I do not know the words to speak to set your spirit free.
If I could see you smile once more, it'd mean the world to me.
I see your face. I hear your voice. I shed another tear.
"I love you Joe"
I whisper soft.
Because I know you'll hear.