MEMORIES OF MY SON
When I look up,
I don’t see the sky.
The blue has folded itself away,
And the clouds drift like
strangers
Who no longer know my name.
What can I say?
What can I do?
If living in heaven with the
morning dew
Feels like a storm that never
ends,
Then I don’t want to face its
thunder
Without you.
The
nights grow colder
Until the clouds finally meet the
day,
And the hours turn to minutes,
Slipping through my fingers
Like sand that refuses to stay.
My memories scatter—
Some hide in corners,
Some flicker like old 9 millimeter
film,
Some vanish before I can call them
back.
And
friends—
To have none—
Sit beside me in the quiet,
Shadows that whisper
And play with my mind.
They rearrange the furniture of my
thoughts,
Move the chairs of yesterday,
Open the drawers of regret,
And leave the doors of longing
Wide open.
Son
of me,
Son of mine,
I walk through rooms
Where your laughter used to live,
And the walls still echo
With the shape of your name.
I reach for moments
That dissolve like breath on
glass,
And I wonder
how a heart Can feel so full
And so hollow
At the same time.
The
world keeps spinning—
Slow for me,
fast for others—
And I stand in the middle
Trying to remember
Which direction the sun rises
from.
The seasons force them
To change their coats,
But I stay wrapped
In the same old cold winter.
God,
it’s not easy
To carry this weight,
To hold the silence,
To keep walking forward
When the road behind me
Still calls your name.
what is the meaning of this poem?
The poem is about a parent who feels their world shrinking — memory fading, loneliness growing
and the only thing that still gives their life meaning is the love they hold for their child.
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