Poetry Prompt 15 – The Meaning of Life – My Son


What’s all about daddy?

Why am I here, I’m missing John’s party?

Why does it hurt daddy when I breathe?

Why am I plugged in, always in this bed?


He asks me these questions,

Each day so it seems

And I have not many answers

Other than, this my son is how it’s for you.


Everyday I come and watch you lie there

I see the print out from the night before

My heart breaks a little; as you head further to the red

That’s all I see, as you fade slowly away.


You didn’t deserve nor asked for this,

Its how you are, we do all that we can

I have no answers other than it’s who you are

And I see you nod, as if those words suffice.


You watch all the news; I’ve seen you cry

Over the plight of some child, some lost neglected soul

You say can I help with that appeal for that child?

I’ll write them a letter, give away all my cash.


I see you rally despite all your pain

Reach out with joy when I come around

Your spirit lifts and sustains me each day

I am so proud my son; you are the boy that you are.


The answer I come to when I think of you

Is to be who you are, never someone you’re not

We can only be the people we are,

Loving and cherishing the ones we hold dear.


You my son touch the lives of so many

I see it each day; by the way you behave,

Never a cross word, compliant and patient

You have so much to give; you bring joy to my heart.


But I know a day will come to soon

When the machines will not be enough for you

And you’ll slip quietly away, as I hold your hand

I do know you’ll never, leave with a fuss.


You are what life is all about

Caring and compassionate, the best you can be

You are my son, your courage astounds me

I know that always, you’ll live in my heart.


Written for : http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/15/poetry-prompt-15-the-meaning-of-life/


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19 Responses to Poetry Prompt 15 – The Meaning of Life – My Son

  1. Gabriella says:

    This is a very sad poem, Michael. Do you really have a son in hospital? You wrote painful but beautiful words.

  2. Suzanne says:

    This is very moving

  3. PookyH says:

    Oh this really moved me. It made me think of poor Stephen who lost his battle yesterday (has he been in the news in your part of the world?)

    I’m not sure if this is real or imagined – either way it is deeply moving and as a parent really takes me to a place which terrifies me. x

  4. Mandy says:

    So heart-wrenching, Michael. Really beautiful, too.

  5. JackieP says:

    So sad, yet so meaningful. It always touches me that little children are the best teachers on life and how to live it. Really well done Michael.

  6. RoSy says:

    So sad. 😦
    May Stephen rest in peace.

  7. Cheryl-Lynn says:

    Very beautiful, Michael…so very moving. You wrote with heart, truly nicely done.

  8. wbdeejay says:

    this brought tears to my eyes, emotion to my heart, and understanding.
    moving word art, so good!

  9. This is sad, yet so very beautiful. It speaks to the depth of my being about the power of unconditional love.

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