Loss of My First Born.

I still feel your last hug
our last "I love you" said.

Folded clothes are put away
in a box beneath my bed.

I cannot bear to erase
your number from my cell

Memorized your laugh
replaying your last email.

I don't want the photos to fade
nor tear

I want to run my hands
in your beard and hair

To say Goodbye
everyday till we meet again

feels so lonely
like you've died again.

It's by Grace
His Peace that holds me near

There is a lake
made from my every tear.

So much I want to say
show you how much I care

But I rock alone
alone in my rocking chair