My Son, My Rain

My Son, My Rain

You arrived early and left that way,

But taught me well in your short stay,

Loving your family in an honest way,

Fairness and sharing part of your day,

A smile and hand to all coming your way,

Only injustice would move you much to say,

Your love for Megan - admired by all,

Your riding skill made you extra tall,

Proud of your trade and one of the best,

You loved it most when put to a test,

Loved by so many and loving them too,

I thought there was much here for you to do,

But your heart was troubled trying to love,

In a life with too much push and shove,

You got confused trying to fix your pain,

So “In Harms Way” was the sad refrain,

Through tear filled eyes, I cry out … How can this be?

And in my mind….Your words come to me,

“I screwed up Pop….Well…. I mean…..not really…..

Yea but …..Yea I did…..Huh..? …. It doesn’t matter now”

With a whisk of your hand to erase the pain,

I have tried the same many times in vain,

So proud I am …you are my Son,

Your parting will forever… be my rain.