JONATHON C1962 JoJo

Jonathon, my little boy,
I lost you yesterday,
Now I have no one, anymore
Your father’s – gone away,
How my heart is full of grief,
For my pain, there’s no relief,
And there’s no one to turn to,
No one at all,
No one at all.

How empty I feel,
How hollow inside,
It all seems unreal
Like a horrible dream
From which I’ll awake,
In a moment or two,
And find to my joy,
That I’m still holding you.

How I wanted you, my son,
In spite of everything,
Wanted you, even though
I have no wedding ring,
Hold you to my breast so tight,
Sing a lullaby at night,
But there’s no one to turn to,
No one at all,
No one at all.

No one at all.

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  1. Thanks for the comments dear friends. In reply to your question morvenna, he was born prematurely and didn’t make it. I walked out of the hospital with him in a shoe box, and buried him up on Mount Royal, Montreal, under a beautiful silver birch tree.