My son was a poet
And a wise boy too
At times he seems confused
Not knowing what to do

Sleeping at night
Was not his thing
He didn’t understand
That he was a very special kid

A loving boy
With love so pure
Thousands of people
Felt that too

Someone said
He and i
Are reunited
His spirit resides in me

I started writing
Poetry
And discovered
love too

Night became my friend
Sleeping I will not do
For there is this feeling
I cannot fully grasp

The world is at my fingertips
Heavens are too
Eternity is here
And yet it is there too

I became one
with my son