This is a poem I wrote shortly after my son Darian was shot and killed. It depicts the sorrow I faced and will face forever.

When half of your heart dies, the sun shines not as bright.
The stars have lost their luster, peering silently in the night.
When half of your heart dies, the songs no longer rhyme.
The melodies you once enjoyed are now faded memories of time.
When half of your heart dies, the pain you once did feel,
Is magnified 10 fold or more in a heart that will not heal.
When half or your heart dies only time can ease the pain,
And it is in his loving care, that peace you will regain.
When half of my heart died on that early sultry morn,
My world as I had known it, would surely be no more.
When half of my heart died, I found it difficult to comprehend.
My faith was being tested; could I endure it to the end?
He did not say it would be easy; He told me to hold onto my faith.
For it is faith that will sustain us, as we are saved by His loving grace.
He would not place a burden too much for us to bear.
So we must continue and believe that we are in Hs care.
When life seems not worth living for the one you loved is gone,
Remember others in your life; for them you must be strong.
So do what you must to carry on; You pray, you mourn you cry.
Your blessings still abounding; though half of your heart has died.