Poetry: Death of a son - Poetry

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by Cheryl O'Brien

The Accident
Laying on the trolley with family milling round
The footsteps of the nurses through my head they pound
I know that there is something that hasn't been said
I know before they say it. My little boy is dead.
Why are they
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by Rhonda Erickson

" My Son"
She drove away that morning too many thoughts in her head.
She should have waited just a little longer and said,
"I love you" one last time.
She felt the pain in her heart when he took his last breath.
He cried out for her
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by Melody Phillips

Dear God How I Miss my Darling Baby Boy
I was holding you one minute, feeling your breath on my face,
watching you smile and grow; how my heart would race.
Your eyes were bright, your laughter a joy,
Dear God how I miss my darling
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by Adam Smith

Death Of A Son

Our son has died

And passed away

He is in the ground

And there he will stay

I can no longer protect him

I can no longer bring him back

I should not have let him go

To his death in Iraq
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by Sheroe

Son
When you were born,
I felt a love so fierce,
that the thing that got between me and you
would surely be vanquished
to the far ends of the earth with just a look.
When you began to walk,
I hovered over you,
wanting to shield you
from
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by Scott Kinney

oh my little one
where have you gone
all the times we shared
you were so precious to me
how can i go on
knowing you will never
be here with me
again in this life?
my heart it hurts so bad
I've cried so much
i am going mad
why did you have
to
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by Miss Sin

I missed you that day,
When you went away.
I couldn't reach you on the phone,
And you never came home.
I knew something was wrong,
A mum knows all along.
What could be done,
When god took my son?
I know you are with me,
I know you can
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by Barbara Stahly

My beloved son, I love you so
you're gone from me now
but I want you to know
I'll think of you forever
when the winds blow
when the stars come out at night
when the sun shines so bright
you were such a sweet boy and a fine man
your life
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