I should bake a cake
To remember the man you were.
I should make a call
To sing in celebration of your birth.
I should present a package
For you to unwrap sealed with love.
I feel the pinpricks jab my heart,
The hot salty tears sting my eyes,
And I realize you are forever gone,
Never again to be held in open arms,
Never again to dry the tears and set my mind at ease.
I shall awake to find a new day,
I shall cuddle my babes in my arms,
I shall sing my praises upon a high,
And send my prayers through heavenly skies.
I will let you go!
©Pamela N. Brown
July 15, 2008