Why is it that memorys haunt me?..Why do they surface.
Do they remember situations placed in front of me on purpose?
Life drags on, time slip's through God's palms, fates be sealed.
But what can reload the past?..Or bring back the pain I feeled?
Questions..Thats all I clutch. Money flutters & pastimes are remembered.
Good times. Exept the day I discovered my son brutally dismembered.
He was only 3, he played in the park...slid on the slide, swung o the swings.
But as he was abducted, another story unravels, & a new chapter begins.
I shouldnt have left him unattended. `Member the glint in his eyes......
All through the chronological night, hearing the echoing wails & crys.
My girl left, after the news of our son. She couldnt bare to share with me.
Her battle with emotions for me, and son. Didnt understand, I just couldnt see.
Chapters diminidhed, another soul crafts another story. To cherish & hold.
Just read this.Dont leave prized ones without a shoulder.Or depart them in the cold.