In memory of our son, Cullen Riley Thompson 11-06-2002
And then, after everything, silence.
Your eyebrows took their color from the fevered leaves
that outside curled to cradles, their descents
rocking through a morning we couldn’t conceive.
Your face, the face of him who helped me rake the leaves
today beneath a pregnant, gray sky.
Too early you came--too soon--too soon to leave
us filled with all we’ll never get to say.
In our hearts you’ve set the world to stay:
your heart, each vault and arch tiny,
immaculate, silent. We’ll wander here an eternity
and run our fingers across the scrollwork and traceries,
carved as fine as a strand of your red hair.
We’ll wander, wonderfully alone, and ready for prayer.
Your eyebrows took their color from the fevered leaves
that outside curled to cradles, their descents
rocking through a morning we couldn’t conceive.
Your face, the face of him who helped me rake the leaves
today beneath a pregnant, gray sky.
Too early you came--too soon--too soon to leave
us filled with all we’ll never get to say.
In our hearts you’ve set the world to stay:
your heart, each vault and arch tiny,
immaculate, silent. We’ll wander here an eternity
and run our fingers across the scrollwork and traceries,
carved as fine as a strand of your red hair.
We’ll wander, wonderfully alone, and ready for prayer.
- James Thomas Thompson
Wow! So you have an Angel now! Beautiful poem!
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ReplyDeleteGoosebumps, your poem is so very beautifilled. So sorry for your loss, I can only imagine and I don't like to do that!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE Angels, and believe in them with all of my heart, soul, spirit, and mind.
God bless you,
~Lily
Oh TiLT that is so breathtaking!
ReplyDelete2002? Oh dear. My love to you and your family...
*HUG* Thanks for sharing with us hon! My heart goes out to you and your family.
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