A SON'S GRIEF

A Son's Grief

The night sets in while the north winds blow,

A cold call slices life's time in two,

Stings of pain spread wide and creep low,

The fog settles in while I'm without you.

The sun wallows ‘round while the new day begins,

A wave breaks moments into waterfalls,

Sighs of peace give faith that I’ll see you again,

When a familiar voice from Heaven finally calls.