Since my son’s murder, I have had significant trouble sleeping, motivating myself, smiling and just feeling joy. Writing my book which is currently entitled Hello madness, goodbye joy along with poetry helped to steer me through some pretty dark days. I am still in my tunnel, convinced that light awaits at the other side, I continue to put one foot in front of the other. My steps are slow as deep in my heart the light i want to see is My son’s bright smile, with outstretched hands saying one word “mummy”
Today is a sad day, My night was plagued with nightmares and my countenance is low. I woke missing his voice. Here is a poem. Don’t forget to like and comment so I know your all holding my hand.
The lost voice
That powerful feeling you feel when a baby says early words
The laughter that fills the air, when they say something absurd
The excitement that bubbles inside, the first time they call your name
A surge of love arises you will never be the same.
As the voice matures, the cuteness becomes a moan.
Oh please shut up in irritation adults will groan
The excitement subsides when the whining child cries out your name
the tone of their screams simply drives you insane
but what if like me in an instance that voice was gone
what aching melody would be in your hearts song
that voice of love, never to be heard again
your son, daughter, husband, wife or best friend
to never hear them again to call your name
with a broken heart and bitter tears could you again be the same.
don’t take for granted the voice of love, I hope you listen up
for today I rise to go to grave, to beg my voice to Get up.
The paperback edition of my book “Kyron: Hello Madness Goodbye Joy” is live in the Amazon Store. It is available for you to purchase via this link https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1728855977/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1540203435&sr=8-1&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_FMwebp_QL65&keywords=hello+madness&dpPl=1&dpID=41k45GKLllL&ref=plSrch