From a loving parent to a lost son

a poem by Prabindh Sundareson

Where were you
When the day dawned
When the nights slept
And the winds screamed

Keeping my eyes
Open through the days
Little by little
Closing some nights

Once upon a time
Became the last line
Oh how could this happen
Could I be lying?

Holding on to strands
Of tiny moments
Of love and joy and happiness
Of long lost wonderness

Whatever they say
The hope will never dry
Knowing you are out there
Fighting a lone battle

Know just this
There is a price to pay
For what we did not do
But there is a price to pay
Also for what we do

So never be broken
Rise high and shine
Blessed is the day when I can see you
But you not me

– A loving parent remembering a son who never came back