Sleep will not come as time stops still and the memories and shock filter through.
Nights rain pours down as if trying to wash the pain and agony aside, but from this there no escape.
Fly free angel , God awaits you my precious son and through the nights thunder I hear you call.
Wait not long as I shall follow soon but warm the seat and light the way so I may follow instead of where I should have led.
Be not afraid as he will take your hand, a moment we had so short so treasured forever etched in our hearts and minds
Heart torn and rendered opened, so please rest this weary broken soul, but the one who comes dear Lord is special , bless him , and keep him close and hold him like I , till we are all again as one