Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Say my son's name

What can you do for me, you say?
You can bring me a gift, a gift today.

Say my son's name, say it loud and clear,
Help others to remember that he once was here.

Speak of his antics, his joys, his pain,
Talk as if he were here again.

Remind me of the laughter he brought to you.
Sit down and tell a story or two.

I'll let you do the talking 'cause it's ever so rare
That you would even bring him up - some won't even dare.

What gift could you give, what words can you say,
That would make my heart lighter as I face the day?

The song of his words, the music of his name,
How wonderful if would be just to hear it again.

Rose Thompson

1 comment:

  1. This is a lovely poem, Beverley. It really gets across your longing to speak about him and other people's fear of mentioning him.

    I haven't left a message before on here but I have been reading it. I just want to say that I think this blog is amazing. Keep going...