Sinking

I think it’s sinking in now
That my son is dead
I know I’ve told you of his passing prior to this date
I know we all attended a service in his honor
I know I received his ashes, his remains, in a box I keep on the mantle
But, I think I’m really getting it now
How do I know?
Because all I really want to do is to be with him
And my own death seems like a small price to pay
I think when I really know for sure
I will just die

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August 3, 2002
Copyright 2002 Elene Bratton