Little Boy

© By Anonymous


Little boy on the hill,
Oh so cold and lying still.

Little boy full of grace,
I can trace the image of your face.

Little boy forever young,
While I've come completely undone.

In my head and in my heart,
Time can't erase that we've been apart.

Year after year how I wish you were here,
As reminders of you are always near.

I cling to images of you but can't cry.
Should it be me I ask myself why.

There is an aching emptiness in my soul,
A simple darkness, an irreplaceable hole,

All I want to do is hold your hand,
But reality crumbles like hardened sand.

I remember the soft scent of your hair,
It hits me with a darkened despair.

You're laughter is with me it's all I hear,
It resonates with me until it creates fear.

Your blue eyes are vacant and gone,
A family life of once was is what I long.

My memories have become faint of you,
I search to see if they are mine or untrue.

Brother dear I need you so much,
It's a reality I know I will never touch.

As time goes by the pain remains,
No one's at fault and no one blames.

I can't fill the void and take your place,
The memories of you will never erase.

Now I'm all grown and with kids of my own,
I feel the emptiness of you in my home.

I need to move on let go and have space,
To live again and find a solace place.

Take a big breath and finally let go,
For a life with you I will never know.

You're under cold stone
But never alone.

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