Miserere

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i
In October
golden days suddenly fly
as unexpected,
brutal
nights arise.

ii
You died last spring
when love seemed
to promise life
never ending.

iii
Thirty-one years before,
when I first held you,
your bright eyes
gazed on me
with wonder,
my son —
my love at first sight!

iv
But the cruelty of March
surpasses even winter’s rage.

I prayed for God’s mercy
On that bright, green day.
but bereft in my soul,
only bitter darkness
remains.

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3 thoughts on “Miserere

  1. Steven, I’m there with you, feeling that pain, empathizing, wondering if things will ever feel normal again. Sending you continuing sympathy and condolences – and hopes that you’ll feel your son’s presence now and then and be comforted.

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