AN – I do not own these boys but I do like to knock on occasionally and ask if they'd like to play.
In this Lucy died in childbirth, I don't recall her death being mentioned in TAG so I am using a little licence.
Although story writing is something I am new to, poetry is something I played with well into my twenties, I didn't share very often and when I did share my small portfolio with a family member we lost them in an accident at work shortly after. I have not written any since. Constructive reviews welcome but please no flames, this is too much of a personal journey back into something I used to love.
Finally thank you to CreativeGirl29 who kindly offered to beta this for me and for encouraging me to put it out there.
You are
You are my hope and my last gift to the world.
Your eyes sought mine just once, locking mine as my life-force ebbed away.
You became the small but strong anchor point for a family in grief.
You are the glue that held fast my precious love, giving a family new hope.
We never created memories of us together, yet you know me because of them.
You know I love you Alan.
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You are my determined fighter.
You won gold my son and you knew I was there.
Your look to the heavens with the gold around your neck brought me back for all those we love.
When you needed me the most, I never left your side.
You fought back my son and you found your feet and your fins again.
You know that you fight on for me Gordon.
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You are my light and love.
You are the carer, the healer of physical and emotional wounds.
I live on in your music; I live on in your art.
When the inspiration fails for your own creative path I become your muse.
You keep my image alive, my heartbeat lives within the melodies of your creation.
You know my love speaks through you Virgil.
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You are my voice of calm.
You sooth the stricken, bring certainty of their safety until others bring the physical reality of salvation.
Your voice is the steady force that brings them home.
When your inner calm returns you take your eyes away from home and look to the heavens.
I see your understanding of the existence of something that dwarfs your perception of reality.
You know I am here John.
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You are my protector of those we both love.
The rock that holds steady my most precious gifts to the world.
You are the man who takes to a room without company, just to talk to me.
Not allowing your pain to reach those you have sworn to protect.
With certainty when you need me the most.
You know I hear you Scott.
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I am living still.
I will always exist in your hearts and minds.
And you know I am proud my sons.