"From Your Room"

From your room ...

Ben

I write these words ...

on this sixth year’s eve lonely without you.

Yes, from your room, Ben, never to let go

mourning ends but grief is forever

where we wrestled in wee morn’s darkness

when Ben's blood sugars crashed, he thrashed wildly in his bed though he was unconscious

the insidious diabetic foe.


Where by your bedside

I sat many the night

afraid to leave you ...

lest  return it might.

Perhaps you wonder...

how ... how Dad is it so when

eight years now you moved out ago?


I bought the house from mom

for my beloved kallah and me ...

I meant well but it turned out to be quite thoughtless ...

Be sure Ben, please remember…

neither in doubt nor need,

our love for you was always agreed.

So accept these sparse words

your blue eyes to see ...

o’er these six years so tearful ... without thee.