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still my sonS.C.Jones
Still my son I could have loved you more.
I could have been with you when first you cried
in the middle of the night. I could have done more.
I could have shown, yet I was never too sure. Tied.
Tied to you though I was, I was never too at ease.
You never doubted me, you never lost hope
that some day I would awake, someday I would care.
You never lost faith in me, you saw me stumble and cope.
In your growing years you saw me distant, you saw afar.
You knew I was there, you knew I cared, yet how,
how was I to know. How was I to know you would go to war.
War in a distant place. A place where I knew nothing, nothing still.
...still I hoped and prayed that you would return. But now...
Now these years have passed, knowing and knowing now still.
Still I yearn for you, still I call your name son. Still I grieve,
grieve your passing. I grieve your dying , dying in pain.
The pain is mine. This pain in my heart. I believe,
Believe had you returned I would have tried harder, harder to see.
I would have tried to love you more, more from now until,
until forever, forever my son, I would have loved you.
I would have loved you more still. My grief unreal,
Still with me now, still with me ever. I have tried my son.
Son, I will love you till my dying day, when I too will,
will be gone. Gone from this sorrow, gone forever.
Forever this pain, this pain in me. Still my son, help me be still.
S.C.Jones
Comments welcome.
All contents copyright (C) 1996, S.C.Jones
All rights reserved.
Revised: February 7, 1997
URL: http://www.oocities.org/Athens/Acropolis/1915/
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