Wilted flowers...

After the flowers have wilted, and the family has gone

The memory of you in my heart still lives on

Not a day goes by when my thoughts aren't of you

Of your tiny frail body that was once part of mine

That your life was but just a short moment in time

The smile on my face hides the hole in my heart

I go through the motions but I feel torn apart

The swell in my belly is no longer of you

But of spirits imbibed to numb the lingering ache

Appearance of self-possession and serenity is best for all sakes

Like a warm passing wind your name fit you well

That you were once in existence no one can tell

But for the photograph I look upon every night before bed

My thoughts are of all that we'll never share and won't be said

As I slip into slumber it's my dreams that I dread

Though brief was your life forever I am changed

For in random moments my thoughts call out your name

Zephyr my son

I shall never be the same