Poetry

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© Bob Barra, 5-25-07

He who once had clung to me,
Has gone far away;
I would heal if I could see
Him, now here to stay;

But with each waking hour,
Too quickly I know he’s gone;
The sunrise comes, the day sours,
And I feel how it’s wrong;

But how can this life be right?
My son lies in a grave;
I remember in the night
Him taken by death’s wraith;

A short blessing comes
When I finally fall asleep;
I dream of my lovely son;
He’s with me to keep;

I wake again, with his name, Brian,
On my lips and on my heart;
My grief is mocked, the sun is rising;
My morning falls apart;

“Lord, help me, please, and give
A way through another day;
I need You so much just to live,
Just to feel...just to pray."






For Sandy, who lost her son, Brian, to death.
I weep with you. My hope is that this honors you and your grief, and gives your heart a voice.

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