MY CHILD

To Zach

My child,

            my little boy,

What have you done?

You have become – undone . . .

When you were little you’d come

            and cry –

When you were hurting,

You’d tell us why

But then you grew –

            you wouldn’t cry

The pain you had

            you held inside.

You didn’t cry

We didn’t see

The pain you hid

The CRUTCH – your need

We tried – too late, to get you straight

To ease the burdens, that made you hurt

You tried so hard – to change your fate

But you left us . . . 

Oh, so much too soon                                                                                                                                              

And now, all we have

Are memories of you –

My child

H. Lee

Peace out