Loss of Son Poem: Alive in The Silent Force that Moves Us All

My son, a great calling 
was placed on
the crown of your head.

Your birth—your journey through life—
touched and moved hearts a plenty.
Your infectious laugh, laid-back demeanor,
joyous presence;

all given and welcomed with open hearts.

You are not gone; no! You are alive in the
silent force that moves us all. You
live in the memories adorned on the
walls of hearts and souls you infectiously
touched.

Go and rest for you feel pain
no more. You are with your creator now,

resting in their gentle hands.

Continue to touch our lives, guiding us now as our
guardian angel.

Rest in peace my son.

 

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