Clear Day
"Another Day Without "
The stillness of the morning wakes me up,
But I don't see
Why the world begins another day
When my son's not here with me.
This house feels strangely silent
And his room, a lonely place
I long to touch his soft brown hair
And kiss his small sweet face.
I'll never get to hear him call out
"Dad, Come see what I just made!"
I'm only left with memories Please God--don't let them fade.
Deep in my heart, his spirit lives
His laughter, I'll still hear
He'll forever be my little boy
Though I can't hold him near.
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