The Night My Son Died

He gripped the glass tight
Frightened and in agony
As we sat, waiting through the night
He stole nervous glances at me

Just waiting to hear
Was he dead or alive?
Neither of us crying a single tear
Hoping he could survive

Our hearts beat fast
Every time a nurse came near
But each one would walk past
Each time, adding to our fear

We sat for what seemed forever
Until a doctor finally came
We stood up, standing together
Both feeling just the same

We saw a tear in the doctor’s eye
And knew it when he shook his head
We never even got to say goodbye
And now, our little child is dead

They tried to save his life, did all they could
But no matter what they did
It was just no good
He was only seven, just a little kid

I fell to the floor
Crying with a desperate ache
What was all this for?
I felt my whole heart break

Internal bleeding they said
Why god? It was his birthday
How can he be dead?
How could you take him away?

I remember that night
The clearest memory of all
The torment of him in sight
And thinking I hear him call

My baby dead and gone
But I still see him everywhere
The pain just drags on
And it is all so, so unfair

And when they buried him
When he was laid in his grave
I couldn’t keep my anguish in
I could not be brave

And we sometimes sit late at night
We don’t speak of our lost son
But he’s still in our sight
And can’t be replaced by anyone

Maybe one day the pain might clear
I’ll cry a little less
But I’ll always feel him here
Goodnight my son, and god bless.

© Copyright Sharon Ardern 2005

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