Poetry

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Everyday, I watch, I listen, I wait….
Hoping one day that we’ll see you
Slowly sauntering up the lane
Or walking through our gate

A Mothers pride, a Mother’s joy
So happy with you…I could burst
Days are long and lonely now
Tears I’ve cried…have made me dry
Now I thirst…….

If only to look into your eyes
And see those mischievous sparks
The way you smiled, your gentle ways
These memories…left their marks

Do you not think of me…nor
Family …from whence you come
Do you understand our love for you
It is so very strong…… my Son

So many days have past us by
Slowly turning into…..Years
Happy, sad, bitter, and mad
Emotions, and so many tears

Our lives, now seem so empty
As a family…were not whole
Our Son and Brother is missing
Daily....is taking it’s terrible toll

We pray for strength from Our God
Also, for peace…where there was none
Asking him, for the quick return
Of our so loved "Prodigal Son!"

Judith Johnson Kypta
Copyright©2004

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