Poem / Vivian Lloyd (Mom)
Were I allowed to I could search the great expanses of earth Peer into canyons Examine the peaks, With wide sweeping gaze
I would study the seas Behind every cloud and star Heavenly body, empty space I could search and not find him His smile, His warmth
His face
My son is...no more.
Death sing your song of victory and clap your silent hands You have taken the best I had to offer
Son, Brother, Friend.
Through this long night I am forced to march Down a path I did not choose Toward what I ask, The dawn of a hundred tomorrows Without him -
and yet still, somehow, I go Reaching, searching, praying, For hope. written by Vivian Lloyd
In memory of Jason Ray Horne, my beautiful son. 4/29/83 - 6/8/04 Copyright 2004 by Vivian Lloyd Cannot be used, copied or reprinted without permission |