September 28, 2010
Not About Art Today
You need not read this.. it's neither about art or joyful or a fun post today, but one that I want to write. It's about my son that I lost quite some years ago, on the 28th of Sept., but still sits like a hard rock inside of my heart. He was a very young man and I had little time to say goodbye. Time does not heal All wounds. I wrote the following words just a few weeks after he died... Sometime later I joined a group called The Compassionate Friends, a national organization that counsels parents who have lost a child. They published my poem and I write it just as it was written there. He was just 26 years old.
" The following is a poem written by a member Barbra Araneo, two weeks after her son was killed on his motorcycle . She expresses the love for her son, every Moms feelings. Barbra is now a resident of Tampa and is working hard on her recovery road. She is a lady with a tremendous abundance of courage."
To my son Louis,
You were my heart from the very start
and now I'll not know why.... until I die we had to part.
Just like a bird that is born free, you lived your life,
and when you left thats how I had to let you be.
You were taken from this world much too soon,
and I ask myself...... Why?... was there no room?
There are no words that can be said
To help me stop the tears I shed.
This pain in my heart will only know joy
when once again I see my boy
Until that day comes.... I'll not be free
For you were my heart and always will be.
I think I need to add this... He was a part of this world, our world, a big part of my life, he loved nature, all animals, watersports, a fantastic mechanic, and artistic in his work customizing vans and loved life. He made me cry, he made me laugh, and most of all he made me love. I wanted you all to know him just because I did.