Time softens pain but not the longing.

by Mrs Gerry Dixon
(United Kingdom)

Can it be so long ago, I held your hand,
Kissed your face.
Almost fourteen summers past,
And in-between the cold winds blew
Painful memories away, without a trace.

My son, my heart, my very soul walks,
Where no mortal treds.
Almost fourteen summers past,
And in-between the cold winds blew
Sorrow's garments, now tatters and shreds.

You are gone, but linger still in hidden spaces,
but where?
Almost fourteen summer's past,
And in-between the cold winds blew
Away, the veil that both we share.

I am reaching for eternity, with you, my son,
by my side.
Almost fourteen summers past,
And in-between the cold winds blew
Away, my sorrow not denied.