The Air that I Breathe
The air that I breathe is no longer blessed
With the magic of his sweet breath.
His eyes that sparkled and danced and shone
Are closed in the stillness of death.
The earth he once walked is not quite as rich
He took with him treasures untold;
And arms that once cradled and loved him so much
Are empty without him to hold.
For a child with the promise of plenty of time
There were dreams of a future so bright;
But the sands fell too fast and the daytime of joy
Turned soon to the darkness of night.
His dreams became ashes born on the wind
Of the storm that stole him one day;
And the spark of life that he once held so dear
Was brutally taken away.
But the heart that he left me, though battered and worn
Is lightened with thoughts of him;
And memories are a beacon of light
When the joy in my heart becomes dim.
I know he is safe, and I know he is well
And he cannot be touched by pain,
And there's sweetness in knowing my arms will be filled
And I'll hold him and touch him again.
For I know where he is and I know that he waits
With a hug and a smile and a kiss
And the place where he is, is far gentler with him
It's a world that's much better than this
But our earth is much sweeter because he was here
And in the nights of sorrow and tears
I am grateful because he was a special young man
And I had him for 23 years
10 years later.....
When I close my eyes, my empty arms
Are filled with memories of him
10 years have passed since he left this world
But the memories have never grown dim...
He was such a delight and he filled every day
With his warmth and his smiles and his joy
And though he was 23 when he died
He'll always be my little boy
The years have come and the years have gone
Such a long time since he was here
And the pain has long been washed away
By oceans and rivers of tears
Though Sorrow moved in and lived for a while
She's packed her bags and moved on
And strength has moved in the wide empty space
Where once lived my friend and my son
Written by Chris’s Mom - Please do not copy or distribute