Little Lost Boy
Little lost boy did you ride
a warm October’s breeze?
Confusion, whispers, silence.
Some say they saw you fly
away with the angels.
Little lost boy no one knows
your journey traveled far.
Questions, torment, sorrow.
Sunshine forever planted in this a father's pain.
Little lost boy where is God
in heaven’s fabled lore?
Echoes, prayers, nothing.
Years forever lost to a mournful dream’s lament.
My son... my son... my son….
©Chuck A. Stetson 2009
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This is beautiful and heartrending, Chuck.
Much love
I've been back three times to re-read this in the last few minutes. It's staggering. I'd rate it a dozen times if I could.
This doesn't just tug at your heart, it grabs it and squeezes.
I have no words for this, Chuck. No words.
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Thank you all for commenting. How I wish this was a fictional piece, but in 1991 my son Adam [8], had a brain hemorrhage that robbed him of all the innocence of youth and the excitement of adulthood. He is now 26, and resides in a group home. He does not speak, hasn't since 1991, and as I again start to cry, I miss what he was... I love who he's become.
As a Dad of one single solitary son this hits me pretty hard.
I count my blessings daily believe me.
Thanks..
I've been blessed with 4 sons. But the happiness can change in an instant. Always keep your son in your heart... thoughts.
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I wish your son and you peace.
R
Longing, heartfelt and beautiful.
Hugs, my friend.
Rated.
beautiful.
our hearts often look for solace when broken. My knowing that you care helps me to smile. Thank you.
You have a gift with these words. Thank you for sharing them.
Writing is so healing. I gave my brother a journal when his 17 year old son died of a brain injury. He told me it was helpful to deal with the process of something you never get over, but learn to accept and manage the pain.
Sending good thoughts your way...
My OS friends often wonder where my inspiration comes from. Often it comes from my children... they are my life's breath.
Mimetalker
managing the pain of a child's illness or death is a moment by moment thing. I wish your brother peace.
wakingupslowly
thank you... sometimes the father cries and aches like the child.
How beautiful a thought, "The cradle of my soul."
That means the world to me.... Thank you.
yes life sometimes does. But sadness' darkness sometimes needs to drink the light. Thank you for your kindness.
thank you for everything! xoxox
Andy Heizeler
Thank you for reading and commenting. Sometimes words are stronger than usual.
Thank you. I'm in therapy. My family surrounds me with love. I write and draw to counter the finality of being lost. And I do know you'd be here if possible. That means the world to me.
Roy
It's been 18 years of hell....
thank you for your kindness and humor that always makes me laugh. Your posts are better than my therapy!
I´m so sorry...
Kisses, dear Chuck,
Marcela
Your comment illustrates everything that is beautiful in the human spirit. I do know how much you care. I cherish our friendship. Please know that October is a difficult month as the month of my birth somehow became the month of my lament. But as the calendar moves towards November, everything becomes palpable once more.
Chuck, I also wonder about my son. I understand. It's so heartbreaking. Know that you are not alone and neither are our sons.
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I know we share sadness over our sons, just as I know we love them in the good and difficult times. What is difficult for me, is processing the "Whys" when the overwhelming sadness begins anew.
Julie
thank you for your kindness and I know you understand the confusion of a parent's pain.
thank you for the kindness....
So very sorry. A touching poem, Chuck.
Yes this has been the ache that has been blotting out the sun. This is the month that recognizes my birth and forever in time reminds me of a pain few can understand. Your love and support of all my works mean the world to me. I thank you for your friendship.
This poem is beautiful in an agonizing way yet it clearly shows the depth of your love for your son.
Your voice is needed here on OS and I thank you for sharing this intimate part of yourself.
I am sending you lots of love and blessings for your birthday as well as cupcakes and balloons. Enjoy Your day, you are a dear man.
But Happy Birthday anyway! Happy Birthday!
We love you!
screamin mama, Patricia, : Thank you so very much for your kindness. There is something so reassuring in you OS'ers, my friends.
I know nothing about you and everything I need to know. Adam and his three brothers are very lucky to have a father who loves so completely. As a parent, I'm humbled. As an aspiring writer, I'm humbled. As a human being, I'm humbled.
Thank you so much...Rated!
for Chuck..
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Father, God is lost in fabled lore,
I looked to you for so much more
than you could
provide...
Provide Providence, Father...
that is all i need as i pursue my happiness
in this institutional morass
you and your kind have kindly provided me
for my dreamscape
to conquer...