Parents lose children to mental illness, drugs, alcohol, death, and even unwelcome distance. Sometimes it helps just to say, “Yeah, me too.” Read this from the collection Little Boy Lost
It seemed a magic season
When as one of us he’d come
To bring the light into my heart
And steal a piece of sun.
Holding the treasure tightly
In his grimey little fist,
He gave it to me proudly
On that day before the mist.
No thunderheads foretold the change.
No lightning proclaimed his going.
But fog and rain clouds dimmed the light
‘Til only gloom was showing.
The gold and sparkle slipped from sight.
Hide and seek played in the skies.
Star dust traces his little steps.
His smile peeks through sunrise.
Must I just be glad he was here
And left a piece of sunshine?
Or may I cry to say good-bye
To the days that made my son shine?