The tree that he will not see
The hugs that he will not get
The child that he will not be
The path on which he will not set
As his mother’s heart breaks
And his father’s eyes weep
As the world’s heart aches
And no eyes can sleep
He smiles from above
As he seeps everywhere
In the flight of a dove
And the flowers in bloom
In the wind that moves
The leaves outside his room
In every tree that lives hereafter
In every hug that gets tighter
In every child’s smile and laughter
In every path that grows brighter.
I am a burned out international lawyer & mother with Fibromyalgia and anxiety, trying to re-discover my identity.
