by Evelyn Norris
Thursday, August 28, 2003
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Drug induced coma when my son had open heart surgery. Thoughts on where he went during this dark time.
I watch you lying there, my son,
So quiet so still.
And I wonder where you are.
Is it a quiet place in serene surroundings,
Loving faces, and joyful music?
A healing stream flows from
To your soul.
But my mother's heart longs for open Eyes
A hand ruffling neatly combed hair,
Brown eyes laughing
At an inane, implausible joke.
I pray you sleep without the storm
That has been your life.
Let joy abide.
Soon you will wake and return to us Again,
In His timing, which is perfect,
At His bidding,
For I know that you are no longer just my son,
You are His and He has the right.
So we wait for the blessing of your smile,
And it will come.
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|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|Wow, this is wonderful, Evelyn! It has me wondering...did you ever ask him, if I may ask you, if he felt he was "somewhere" when he was not here? Did he feel "elsewhere"? I'm sure you were just so extremely happy for him to wake up, and you ruffled his hair and smiled into his brown eyes. :) I hope he is doing well, now. What a thing to go through, he must have much inner strength.|