Their eyes light up as they watch the screen
Their baby blip is now a little smaller than a spleen
When their little bundle of joy gave a cry
To be the world's best parents they promised to try
The little one lacked nothing
His stuffed bear around the room did he fling
But mummy and daddy laughed
And his blue pillows they fluffed
They watched in awe as he took his first step
Their eyes filled tears as for life they watched him prep
They felt bittersweet as he rode his first bike into the sunset
They watch him pedal furiously and their anxiety try to forget
They wave him away, little face, in the big school bus
They hoped without them he wouldn't make a fuss
He didn't and maybe instead of happy they should worry
Their tow headed boy always independent
Not for homework, or for amusement was he ever dependent
Yet baby or teen he always did well
Always managed with everything his perspective to tell
Of him they were fiercely proud
He was never too brash or loud
He had some queer ideals
And to the world's thoughts he refused to kneel
One day he decided to go answer his inner call
To live simply and let into place the pieces fall
They watched and waited worried
They longed to hear yet no letter, no call hurried
While their darling boy over high mountains did glide
They died a little more everyday inside
Everyday day they looked into the same sunset
Perhaps like those many years before, him riding back did they expect
But he never came back
How? Oh How? In this one thing could he lack..
I wrote this final poem in an attempt to show how perhaps Chris' parents might have felt about their son when he never did come back home. However they might have been otherwise, they probably still put a lot of effort into raising their son and any parent would feel terrible to see a part of themselves, their most cherished part leave the house and never even come back because left for a risky adventure. I wanted the poem to show how heart wrenching it must be for a parent to lose a child and even more so because in a way it was the child's choice.
Their baby blip is now a little smaller than a spleen
When their little bundle of joy gave a cry
To be the world's best parents they promised to try
The little one lacked nothing
His stuffed bear around the room did he fling
But mummy and daddy laughed
And his blue pillows they fluffed
They watched in awe as he took his first step
Their eyes filled tears as for life they watched him prep
They felt bittersweet as he rode his first bike into the sunset
They watch him pedal furiously and their anxiety try to forget
They wave him away, little face, in the big school bus
They hoped without them he wouldn't make a fuss
He didn't and maybe instead of happy they should worry
Their tow headed boy always independent
Not for homework, or for amusement was he ever dependent
Yet baby or teen he always did well
Always managed with everything his perspective to tell
Of him they were fiercely proud
He was never too brash or loud
He had some queer ideals
And to the world's thoughts he refused to kneel
One day he decided to go answer his inner call
To live simply and let into place the pieces fall
They watched and waited worried
They longed to hear yet no letter, no call hurried
While their darling boy over high mountains did glide
They died a little more everyday inside
Everyday day they looked into the same sunset
Perhaps like those many years before, him riding back did they expect
But he never came back
How? Oh How? In this one thing could he lack..
I wrote this final poem in an attempt to show how perhaps Chris' parents might have felt about their son when he never did come back home. However they might have been otherwise, they probably still put a lot of effort into raising their son and any parent would feel terrible to see a part of themselves, their most cherished part leave the house and never even come back because left for a risky adventure. I wanted the poem to show how heart wrenching it must be for a parent to lose a child and even more so because in a way it was the child's choice.
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