I'm Always
With You
© by Bud
Lemire on April 27, 2020
It was a
tragedy, to lose their only son on this day
At sixteen
years old, why did it have to end this way
It happened
so fast, he left this world too soon
Yet, it was
his parents, he would learn to attune
In life,
there are many exit points, when we may choose to leave
Our spirits
are renewed, while those left behind must grieve
As soon as
that process, is over and complete
Then the time
will come, that really can't be beat
Unknown to
them, their son is standing near
In his spirit
form, and it wasn't even a year
He touches
his Dad's hand, and kisses his Mom's cheek
They still
haven't acknowledged, nor do they even speak
Maybe
something that he liked will be a familiar smell
If he could
do it, he'd surely ring a bell
But they just
carry on, thinking it's their imagination taking place
When all he
wants, is for them to feel his loving embrace
If only he
could tell them, “I'm right here with you” in a scream
Or come to
them vividly, within their dream
Let them know
somehow, that he's not really dead
It was just a
body, that his soul occupied until he fled
I will come
to them as a butterfly, or some kind of bird
A dragonfly,
a chipmunk, or something else absurd
If only I
could tell them, so that they would know
“I'm always
with you, wherever you may go”
For those
who have lost someone they love