HANDS OF TIME

The day my son died, a part of me died with him.
You feel like the hands of time, like a clock..
The seconds, minutes, and hours that pass you by,
the hands keep moving and the clock keeps ticking.

But you feel life passing you by.
You are not living it, you are in a different world.
A world you can not escape from.
You can never go back to your other
world, it is gone forever.
It's a feeling only you, yourself can feel.

No one else can come into your world,
and feel what you feel.
Each individual has different feelings.
I do not think anyone really knows how you feel in
your heart, except God.

You feel so empty,
so many people say you will live your life again.
I just can not imagine ever feeling happy,
true happiness ever again.
Enjoying the bright sunshine, new spring flowers,
crisps fresh air, music, just life itself.

You want to see and talk to your child so bad, and
you know it can never be again, in this lifetime.
You will never look at life ever again the same.

So as each new day approaches, you watch the
hands on the clock passing by, and wonder if you
really will survive this new world
that you are trying to live in,
and how long you will be a part of it.

Love Mom
xoxoxoxox
In Loving Memory of My Son
"Trey"
I Will Love You ,
Always and Forever
Copyrights...March 13th, 1995
LLHC

Web Page By Linda

I wrote this poem because Trey made me a clock, we could never seem to get that clock to run. But after his passing I was up late and could not sleep most every night.  I heard a noise and his clock was ticking.  I was so thrilled that is was working. So I wrote a poem as I watch the hands just ticking away.  I sometimes wonder if he had anything to do with that.