SORROW, Silver Options

[Psyche]

SORROW

When you were yet a child, so dear to me,
tummy flat upon the rug, finger on a book
to read the lines, your lips a babbling brook,
my heart went out to you, my busy bumble-bee.

I loved those hours, so full of joyous play,
loved your curly hair, the sturdy limbs
so quick your favorite oak to climb;
better times there never were, nor gladder days,

that now I sit beside your arms upon the quilt,
so motionless, their lifeline out of symmetry,
and cannot grasp the ingrate chronology,
must hide my face awhile, with tears of guilt.

Yet still I marvel at the gallant spirit in you,
understand the battle in those dimming eyes
and guess the nameless sorrow, the solitude,
Youth's body wasted frail his soul to Heaven rise.

By Psyche

Dedicated to my son Patrick who died of Lou Gehrig's Disease (Motor Neurone Disease) in his twenties, six years ago, August 24th., 1998.
"Always present in my heart, always loved."

Copyright 2004, Buenos Aires, Argentina.

[Morgan le Fay]

Hi Sylvia,

Congratulations on your Silver Award!  :dance:

Gosh, I was beginning to think that the Odin's competition would never get judged.  LOL!  :laugh:

"Sorrow" really reached right in and tugged at my heart.  Everyone who has ever lost a dear loved one, especially a child, couldn't help but relate to your fabulous and skillfully woven words.  I cried when I read this and also felt extreem gratitude that you shared this personal sorrow with us in such a beautiful tribute to your son.  You were able to show us the best in the human spirit, that even in great personal suffering, your son's and your own, that the greatest 'gift of the Spirit', 'is love'.

Thank you Sylvia.  This beautiful poem was truely a gift of love.

Love,
Chris :)