Son before mother

[The second]

SON BEFORE MOTHER

Mother hold your sleeping son’s hand
Only young, still a man
Feel his soft skin
Made smooth by a hard life’s stand

Though not long enough this time

Touch the linen of God that covers a frail table of bones
Know his resting thoughts
Close your full eyes
Reflect, remember your dancing womb
Relive the sweet pain and miracle of his birth
Again, a kiss
Yours,his
A first
On newborn skin
Soft like now

Though not long enough ago this time

He and you, one
But two
Fresh lives
A shroud, a veil
Certain uncertainty then
But now
We have come not cleanly but clearly to a cherished and bitter end
And I say, weep for him
Nor do pretend
Your full eyes shall see him again

Still go, unladen your sorrowful heart
So you can know
In the great play
He played a good part
Though a short scene
Oh, what a beautiful scene
Watched only by those that had come for his dream

The final scene in a short but great play
Before the last curtains drawn
And the crowd goes away
Standing ovation
His performance truly worthy of
Where the mothers son
Finally gets to sleep
Forever
Before his mother
With his only true love

RDS
THE SECOND

[RhymeLovingWriter]

My sympathy if this is based on personal experience. I recognize the beauty of the sorrow very well. Wonderful tribute. Thank you.

[The second]

99.9 percent of my poems are skinned from some sort of truth or experience. I really should have acknowledged Tanner as an inspiration to this poem. Unbelievably but unfortunately two of my brothers in law coincidentally at the young age of thirty two both committed suicide. One put a gun in his mouth. One put a hose into his vans window from the exhaust. twelve years apart, neither knew each other. One was my sister's X husband the other was My X wife's brother. Both young and brilliant in their own way!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't think either wrote any poetry that I know of. Any life is a poem that needs to be written about. That's what I decided to do. Eric died in 1992 and Jim died in 2004. Eric passed with no children. Jim had five and his oldest son at the age of ten found him

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Tragic. Again, my sympathy. May their souls rest in peace.

[Muttado1sb]

This is a very sad poem. I have no direct experience in losing a child, but know many who have, and this made me remember the sorrow I saw of each one of them. Well done.