His Absence Brings Sorrow

IF only I could speak the words.
I often choose to write.
Perhaps the unrewarding end.
Would finally shed some light.

If only He could feel the pain.
Deep inside my heart.
Maybe he would know the tears.
That some days rip me apart.

My son is living his own life.
which I am not a part.
And each time he enters my mind.
Again the tears they start.

I try to think of good times.
Knowing someday he'll be here.
Next to me his picture sits.
making him seem near.

Son if you are listening.
If you see these words I write.
For you to be back here with me.
I pray each and every night.