It doesn't get realer then this. . .

It doesn't get realer then this.

The bi polar tango between
breakdown and acceptance.

We've lost us a child
a baby of only 8 years
everyone around us
has been drowning in their tears.

I can hear him now
saying
"Catch your breath dad,
I am here!"
This young boys voice
is the only one I hear.

Your voice
rung like the first sound of church bells on a sunday morning.
Echoed through the trees and into the sky
the wind listened to you as you voiced your adventures
with passionate fervency that had squirrels darting for the bushes
as you chased them on foot
pigions flocking to the sky
where your spirit now flies

And the beat goes ON
replaying in my head
even though our son is dead.

We have lost a bit of air
entertaining the feeling
that your no longer there.

Glued to the bench
tears in his eyed
trying not to cry
rather, he tries to reminisce of your time alive.

"I'm not crying, I'm mad!"
Sharda, the rock of this family
frustrated from being misunderstood
saddened to stand alone
where you both once stood.

This experience is transcendent
to feel the spirit of a child
teasing you through the wind in your hair
forcing you to reflect on your life
from now on demanding you make it truly worthwhile

there is a stillness in the air
no one can breath
we are all alone in our heads, with you
realizing now its you we NEED.

We have lost you and its unbearable.
My deepest condolences.