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LMPhillips

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I saw Andy the Other Day
« on: July 12, 2006, 06:34:14 PM »
  I saw Andy the other day,
  in the visage of my son.
 
  I never thought he'd leave us,
  his life had just begun.

  We did not always love him,
  he wasn't always stable.

  I know we could have loved him,
  if only we were able.

  He wanted understanding,
  a gift we sometimes lack.

  So he made the wrong decision,
  one he never could take back.

  He left his friends and family,
  before it was his fate.

  We wish he could forgive us,
  but now it's much too late.
 
  We miss his smile and laughter,
  we miss his impish grin.

  Although we weren't related,
  he left his soul within.

  We now have only memories,
  of things he's said and done.

  I sometimes see his spirit,
  in the visage of my son.



I don't normally write poetry.  This might not even qualify.  Our friend's son, Andy, died a few years ago and one day I saw the same expression he sometimes had on my son's face.  I've wanted to tell his mother, but it's still too hard.  Maybe someday I'll have the courage.  Thank you.  God Bless.   

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

   
 
 

 

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Re: I saw Andy the Other Day
« Reply #1 on: July 12, 2006, 06:59:51 PM »
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I don't normally write poetry.  This might not even qualify.  Our friend's son, Andy, died a few years ago and one day I saw the same expression he sometimes had on my son's face.  I've wanted to tell his mother, but it's still too hard.  Maybe someday I'll have the courage.  Thank you.  God Bless.   



I don't write, or usually read poetry either but I have to say your poem really touched me. :'(

As parents, the worst thing we can think of is losing one of our children. But, if as I suspect, this lad took his own life then that must be the harshest grief of all.

Your words are honest - I think, if you ever pick up the courage to give this to her, Andy's mother will cherish this poem.

To know that you're not alone, that others care, that they still care, can sometimes be the only balm that can be given, especially in these circumstances when it is so much harder to talk about.

If I'm wrong LMPhillips, please forgive me.

I still think the poem is great and you  SHOULD give it to her.

God Bless

Cathy



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