Another year goes by my son,A birthday that you missNo ability to look forwardNo gentle hug or kiss.So we sometimes create new thinking –What if you were here?How would you be sharing it?With those you hold so dear? Well here you are with your precious child,He is now eleven.I hope that you are looking downFrom […]
The 9th Anniversary of Adrian’s death A Poem by Kathryn Badon The years make this no easier, The pain is still so strong, Nine years of missing life and love, Nine years since you’ve been gone. But you left a special legacy, He grows, and lives and plays – We know you would be proud […]
I could not hear, I could not speak, Where and how do you deal with this grief? The blow, the bash – excruciating pain, I’ll never see my son again. Oh breath, breath, breath You cannot go – others will need you now you know. My instincts draw me to his face, I have to understand
How much do we miss you Adrian? Every minute of every day – we know you are not there, No brotherly hugs, no loud giggles and laughter. Where there was a strong life force – there is emptiness, silence, nothingness. The energy, the storm, the character, the chaos, the unpredictability. The lion heart, the courage, the
The 8th of February, your day, Almost more special now, Now we cannot share it with you, Now we have to create for ourselves, Your smile, Your fun, Your spirit of joy, Your playfulness, Your vulnerability, Your daring, Your vivaciousness, Your love of life. You would have been 30, It would have been a great celebration,
It will be an empty Xmas without Adrian, I remember him so full of fun each year, The presents he would pick were always perfect, That is why we always held them very dear. Now we struggle on to give our life a purpose Whilst in our head we always question why? What made this terrible
CRY awareness week was buzzing, And I was given a delight, Two tickets for the Parliamentary Reception, For a very special night. My MP he was willing, Greg Mulholland there to have his say Recognising it’s a worthy cause, Supporting screening all the way. The speakers giving a strong message, To those with Parliamentary power, The
Why do you cry for no reason? I saw your tears so readily fall, One moment you were smiling and happy, Not sure anything happened at all? Well it did – in my head I was thinking, I saw my late son’s smiling eyes, And for that solitary moment, He was with me again by my
My child when first you did appear I shed a mother’s joyous tear. And then as first you started to walk With motherly love of you I’d talk. When then my child you did start to run I’d chase and laugh, we’d have such fun. First horse riding your passion and joy, As through Meanwood Valley
There is a hole in my family where my son used to be, Two siblings left, where there used to be three. On Easter and Christmas and birthdays it’s worse, Feels the wrong thing has happened – a family curse? In all of this sadness we must all find a way, of being able to explore