August 13, 2016

My Son John

He is gone and I try to write about him.
Words just don’t come as I’ve tried.
Although the feelings are deep down inside
They cannot come out as if to say,
I'll hide so the pain will go away.

Trying again as words come out wrong.
I miss his calls; him singing that silly song.
You are ‘My Sunshine’ he would sing
Laughing I wait until his next call
Then he would sing his song all over again.

I use to say stop calling so much
As we have nothing new to say.
Haunted by words down deep within
I pray for just one more call
To hear that silly song all over again -

from My Son John

January 5, 1962 ~ August 12, 1996
20th Year Anniversary

- Rhoda Galgiani