An original and beautiful heart wrenching poem, very close to my heart. For little Benny.
My son he was taken before it was time,
So much potential, I was proud he was mine.
My only job was to keep you safe,
I failed you my son, and your blind faith.
My beautiful baby, my reason to be,
Has left me blinded by misery.
I just can't go on, another day more,
Without you my Benny, come back I implore.
Now before me he lies, in a box made of wood,
His place would I gladly take, if only I could.
Seeing your lips, that will never again smile,
Just like your Father's, who will NEVER reconcile.
His face still so graceful, just 3 years old,
His skin is now darker, clammy and cold.
With my lips on your forehead, I turn out the light,
and for once and for all son, I bid you good night.