Just One More Time by Pam Howerton To hold my son in warm embrace, His shameless kiss upon my face. God, I know that he is now Thine, But please Lord, just one last time? His voice I hear in the message he left, Letting me know that his trip was the best. I play it now and pretend he's still mine, His voice talking softly just one last time. Many have known him, but his friends tell me now, Their lives were changed by his presence somehow. They all waited with us, his mother and I, A winged craft of mercy, just one last time. Hospital halls lined with thirty and more, Too numerous to count and too sad to explore. He arrived with caregivers, so strong and sure, Yet I noticed the tall one, the one with the tear. My son touched so many right to the end, Unable to talk, unconscious they said. Yet his essence of life and goodness of soul Reached even the strangers, his love gave its toll. Just one last time Lord, we grasped onto the hope That we could just hold him, that he'd help us to cope. And dear God in Your infinite wisdom and love, You've shown us he's still here, just above. You knew he was special, our miracle, our life, Our hope beyond hope that he'd never feel strife. So You took our angel and we know he's Thine, Please tell him we love him just one last time. Home Poetry Index All Graphics, Design, and Writing copyright © 2001, 2002 Pam Howerton. All Rights Reserved.