She spoke of how <br />Eager he had been <br />To come into this world. <br />How this was to be the <br />Pattern of his life – <br />Always keen, impatient, <br />To embrace what <br />Life had to offer. <br />His ever ready smile, <br />His laughter. <br /> <br />She spoke of treasured <br />Memories from his childhood <br />His close friendship <br />With his elder brother, <br />The part he had played <br />In the family as <br />Son, brother, uncle, friend. <br /> <br />She spoke of how <br />She would miss him <br />Through all the years <br />When he should still be here. <br />Her voice calm, controlled, <br />Just the occasional tremor. <br /> <br />We listened, helpless. <br />All we could do was <br />Share her grief, <br />Feel her heartbreak. <br />A mother’s farewell to her son <br />As she said her last goodbye.<br /><br />Susan Ash<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-goodbye-10/
