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” I Will Seek Until I Find You,” My Forever Son

I Will Seek Until I Find You

I Will Seek Until I Find You

And where will you run when arms reach
(but you’re not mine)
When I can feel still so strongly
(holding you still in my arms)

From here frantic I search wildly
(but cannot ever now find)
Little one in pictures
(trying hard for one so young)

Standing, but not steady, little hand tucked inside mine
Holding on together climbing moonbeams to the stars
Once upon a time ago—forever in my mind
I thought us both impervious
(Against the ravages of time)

Oh little one where art thou
Whence I call you once again
Dearest child, still my child on earth
(in a world so vast and big)
You've gone where I can't find you
(and seek still that which did exist)

If God can hear prayers from below
(and you can see me now)
Please know I miss you terribly
(and will seek until I find)
A way to hold you yet again
(your hand yet still tucked in mine)

When fire moon red bloodies
Little star that once was mine
Deepest blue on blackest night
(I will seek until I find)
Little one beside me
(your hand tucked inside mine.)

© Beth Brown, 2022
“I Will Seek Until I Find You,” My Forever Son

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By Beth Brown

Rememberer of dreams. Whisperer of gardens green.
At the whim of "Most Beloved" and a hot cup of tea.
I live life between, straddled here now and then,
My continuity through writing--
Pen dripping ink, mind swirling confused,
Love lingering still, and Most Beloved's purring soothes.

Blogger at "Gardens at Effingham" (where cats do the talking) and "My Forever Son" (where a mother's heart runs deep after losing her son to suicide)
Musician. Writer. Literary Connoisseur.
At the whim of a calico cat and a strong cup of tea.

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