Prudence Cote wrote a poem about her son who also took his life this past christmas and she wanted to share it with Jon. Here is a link to the original post.
Lament
He is gone, He is gone!
How can this be so?
I cradled him in my arms
not so long ago.
Sang to him a lullaby
of mocking birds and night sky
taught him to tie his shoe
cross the loops, then pull one through
held his tiny hand in mine
with his brothers in a line
Searched and worried but had not wrath
When he went off the volksmarch path
Watched him on the stage with pride
He stood so straight hands at his side
Counseled him on matters of love
For him there was only ever one dove.
Gave comfort when from him she parted
Encouraged him on projects he started
Laughed when he took the name Thunder-Paws
After our fat little beast with such sharp claws
How can he be gone, My precious son?
He’s left me behind alone to go on.
It seems to get harder with each passing day,
to accept the fact he has gone away.
© Prudence Cote 2016