Karen M. Rice

MY ANGEL SON

Kurt, dear boy, you left far too soon.
Your laughter, pranks, and simple joy for life
Were to us a gift, a present, a boon
Easing us through many times of strife.

I cried and screamed and wondered why
I had to lose you before you were fully grown.
To this day I think of you and have a cry.
So sad you never got to come into your own.

Yet I know and grudgingly accept the fact
That God had other plans for my little guy.
I railed at God about it without much tact:
I didn’t know; still don’t understand why.

I must say thank you, though, sweet lad,
And to God too, I suppose, for you both did care.
When needed, you were there through something bad.
When my grandson was born you were there.

You watched over him to keep him from dying,
Sheltering him with your angel wings,
Through endless hospital days so trying
You saw him through to grow and go on to better things.

I’ll never stop missing you, from that day to this,
But I’m so glad you were there for him to know.
Thank you, dear for each and every angel kiss
You gave him as we all watched him grow

Submitted for the August 2011 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “Guardian Angels”