My Dear Son Richard
In the early hours of the morning on a June, Summer day.
My darling son Richard slipped quietly away.
His sudden departure has torn my life apart,
Leaving me bereft, with a broken heart.
I awaken each morning in the depths of despair,
Realising with sorrow, he is no longer there.
Each day is a struggle, as normal life has ceased,
Hoping, at last, he is finally at peace.
The need to see his smiling face, knowing my wish can never take place.
Never to feel our fingers entwine, as his hand, gently, slips into mine.
You are, my world, my darling boy,
You are, my dear son, my pride and joy.
By Diane Player
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