Eight yrs ago, today, our son left this earth
3 months 3 days after his birth
A few days later, we laid him in the ground
A piece of me went with him, never to be found
A tremor of muscle, tears from my eyes
I covered with soil, the end of a young life.
The memory of his smile still burnt in my brain
The phone call I got, bringing my pain
My knees gave way, I stuttered when I spoke
I forgot to breathe, my heart just broke
Collapsed on the floor, the remnants of a man
To painful to move, unable to stand
The touch of a friend I never knew I had
A few kind words, he reached out his hand
The love of others, how could they be so kind
To pick me up when I was in a bind
They gathered around to show they care
To help take the pain I was unable to bear
The tangi at home, our house like a marae
Waiting for the rest of the family to arrive
Our son lay still in peace and love
Surrounded by the warmth of God above
A firm hug from the men, the women, a gentle kiss
Every single one of us, this life we will miss
As the yrs have passed, and time went by
It has gotten easier, to say good bye
But when the 11th of March comes along each year
I can’t believe he is gone, I wake up in tears
Angry with my life and hating God, why couldn’t He just let us be?
Then I think to myself, I love you, I miss you, my son, Jesse.
3 months 3 days after his birth
A few days later, we laid him in the ground
A piece of me went with him, never to be found
A tremor of muscle, tears from my eyes
I covered with soil, the end of a young life.
The memory of his smile still burnt in my brain
The phone call I got, bringing my pain
My knees gave way, I stuttered when I spoke
I forgot to breathe, my heart just broke
Collapsed on the floor, the remnants of a man
To painful to move, unable to stand
The touch of a friend I never knew I had
A few kind words, he reached out his hand
The love of others, how could they be so kind
To pick me up when I was in a bind
They gathered around to show they care
To help take the pain I was unable to bear
The tangi at home, our house like a marae
Waiting for the rest of the family to arrive
Our son lay still in peace and love
Surrounded by the warmth of God above
A firm hug from the men, the women, a gentle kiss
Every single one of us, this life we will miss
As the yrs have passed, and time went by
It has gotten easier, to say good bye
But when the 11th of March comes along each year
I can’t believe he is gone, I wake up in tears
Angry with my life and hating God, why couldn’t He just let us be?
Then I think to myself, I love you, I miss you, my son, Jesse.