Tears well up.
It’s the overfloweth of my cup.
How ironic because my soul feels empty. Its yearning for you to be here. With me.
Emotions are peeking.
I swear it’s a side effect of my soul seeking. You!
It’s worse than having a knife put through your back, that kind of pain will eventually heal.
This pain, demands for me to feel. Oh but how I miss you Mika’il.
The loss of a son.
Bleeds more than the shot from a gun.
It’s a pain I will be reminded of for the rest of my life.
I would really have preferred the pain of that knife.
I wish that Gods breath of life remained in your soul. It would make my life purpose-filled. Whole.
Perhaps life would be easier if you were here see, Merrier. Happier . Happy her. (Me!)
I know you’re above beyond the clouds.
You will always remain in my heart. Vows!
Till we meet again son. Rest In Peace.
With oceans of love, your mum❤ cease.