I had posted this poem sometime ago, under the old feetclean format. The boy is doing better, but I thought I'd bring it back out as I'm still praying this in many ways.
I lie here; you lie there,
Standing? Talking? Having fun?
I cannot say exactly where
You are beloved son.
Memories both rich and clear
Mind projected movies play
Twisted plot brings forth a tear
Happy ending, this I pray
My arms, my legs, hearing, sight,
I offer these and even more
If at the end of this dark night
My son walked through the door.
How can you be within my heart
yet far beyond my arms' embrace
Oh God be there while we're apart
and guide him to his rightful place.
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