©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson
Come home to me, my child; come home.
Dance on the words of a mother's poem...
stepping-stars across the sky,
shining bright to draw you nigh,
spun from gossamer and love,
heart-notes sent to heaven above.
Dance on the words of a mother's poem...
stepping-stars across the sky,
shining bright to draw you nigh,
spun from gossamer and love,
heart-notes sent to heaven above.
Tiptoe through the rooms that knew you
while I whisper secrets to you.
Brush my soul with velvet fingers...
breathe a sweet goodbye that lingers...
then return, like fallen rain,
to the place from whence you came.
while I whisper secrets to you.
Brush my soul with velvet fingers...
breathe a sweet goodbye that lingers...
then return, like fallen rain,
to the place from whence you came.
Angel voices call your name.
∞§∞
Yesterday was Todd's birthday. He would have been 37. We miss him terribly, but (as ee cummings so beautifully suggests) we carry him in our hearts. We always will.
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17 comments:
Such a beautiful poem written from the heart to your son. My sister lost her youngest 15yrs ago and we still miss him terribly but tell many fun stories about him and always remember him on his birthday. I know this has got to have been a very difficult year. Even with what we know about life, death and life before here, it still doesn't make us not miss our loved ones. Only the hope and faith that we will be together again takes that sting away a tiny bit. I hope you are doing well and the rest of your family too. Love you! (even though we've never met in person!) Thinking of you tonight.
Susan, there is no loss greater. I applaud the beauty and grace with which you penned this poem. "Dance on the words of a mother's poem." So poignant, written on Mother's Day. I hope he does brush your soul with velvet fingers. So sad.
This is a tender tribute to your son. Thank you for having the courage to post it. My own son has been missing for two years. Nobody knows for sure if he's dead or alive. Sometimes it's almost unbearable being a parent. You know.
This is a beautiful poem in remembrance of your dear son. I don't think a mother ever truly gets over the loss. I am glad you posted you are amongst friends who care.
Peace and light...
What a lovely piece for your son--Thank you for sharing it with us--I ache for your loss
thank you for sharing this lovely, tender poem.
it is not easy to write about such a loss, and certainly courageous to post it.
I liked the poem at first read--felt the cadence of love and longing--and after reading your note, I feel in love. I agree, sharing was a fantastic idea. Not just because now I get to know--and remember--a child who suffered and who will forever be loved, but also because his spirit is probably smiling at you, dancing to the chant of poetry.
This is beautiful.
I am so sorry for your loss :(
My heart hurt so much reading your words. I went up to my son and hugged him right afterwards. What a beautiful tribute.
What a terrible loss... to be able to go on being mother without that child on mother's day.
I am so very sorry for your loss. That must be the most awful experience, losing a child. If your poetry can help alleviate some of the pain then I am glad.
Sue,
What a most beautiful poem, written with the deepest of love..so palpable..
Oh, my sweet friend, this is such a lovely poem that you wrote about your dearest son. It brought tears, and as always your poems are so reflective and beautiful. This one was especially endearing to me because of those I have lost.
I'm so grateful for those moments when I feel that they are near, and I am sure you have those times too.
Sending happy thoughts, lots of love and big hugs your way!
Sending love your way in this tender season of your life.
Oh Sue, this poem is beautiful! My heart can only imagine the anguish that is upon you. I am so glad that you have your words and your faith, and so many dear friends to help you through this difficult time. Much love and prayers being sent your way! <3
Oh my gosh, Sue, I had no idea about your son. That is just heartbreaking. Sending hugs to you.
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