Young Man I Never Knew

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    Young Man I Never Knew

    Young man I never knew,
    why do you linger?
    Is it to watch of your mother,
    that loved you so?
    Or to watch over her lover,
    that held you close?
    Young man I never knew,
    I know you watch over both.
    For your memory lives here,
    as if you never left.
    Young man I never knew,
    I see your pictures,
    that dot this house,
    like tiny stars of memories
    shining thru the darkness of deepest
    pain.
    And in those gentle eyes,
    I see a great sadness,
    that perhaps not even you could
    explain.
    Young man I never knew,
    In one of my darkest hours,
    I felt you there,
    and I thank you for your comfort.
    Young man I never knew,
    Show her that it is ok to finally
    say goodbye.
    Young man I never knew,
    show her that it is not her fault.
    That the guilt she holds, bears no weight.
    Let her know, it's ok to let it go.
    Young man I never knew,
    let your brother know,
    that all will be ok.
    Young man I never knew,
    You mother misses you,
    Your friend misses you,
    Even though you have
    long since left this
    plane of exsistence,
    I know you are still here.
    I see you from the corner of my eye,
    hovering over your mother.
    Standing behind your friend,
    giving comfort, where ever it is needed.
    Young man I never knew,
    kiss your mother,
    and hold her tight.
    Let her know,
    that you're alright.
    Young man I never knew,
    Thank you.

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    Middlen commented on Young Man I Never Knew

    04-02-2009

    I know who that is written about.

    crimsondragon commented on Young Man I Never Knew

    03-27-2009

    and you say your not a poet

    janetdawson commented on Young Man I Never Knew

    03-26-2009

    all i can say is wow

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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