Drawn to my house late that black night
I was lost in my life as never before though her cries I could not hear
my heart wept for Ben's mom
at whose side I could be, neither nor near.
In desperate near madness, oh ... the blackest of nights
joylessly my family did weep
so sad when I would have prefered
together with whom I might sleep.
Our child we loved him so much in common
my mind unrestrained in darkness did roam …
this reality unimaginable, especially stark
my house … no longer my home.
In memory’s flight I remember this well
when ended Passover they readied to leave
I felt the burn of his stubbly cheeks
funny how much in remembrance we grieve.
Ben, Ben ... I wept.
We spoke, but then in silence you died
it was only just a moment before
While slept in my dreams I cried.
So few hours have since elapsed
In the hospital that psalm I did sing
I am already lonely for you, forever.
when morrow’s morn would no smiles bring.
Alan D. Busch