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