The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 –2178

 

Volume-3                                                      June -2013                                              Number-1

 

 

JEREMY - my son

by RICHARD WALKER

 

You left without any last glorious hooray-

Death is such a cruel cliché.

I could have should have would have done anything-

To save you.

But you didn’t give me a chance

or even a last glance

to see what was there in your magnificent face-

that should still be here.

But is still out there- somewhere-

Hoping to be found alive

by someone who knows you and loves you and wants you

to come home.

Home to your waiting belongings

to be animated again by your caring touch.

There is so very much

that was left unsaid

between our minds our hearts our lips.

No more adventurous trips

to the store for us?

 

There will always be another glorious trip waiting for you here

or somewhere-

Always.

Always-

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