A Fathers Lamentation For His Son

Son, You did not die a coward.

You did not die a meaningless death.

You died fighting for your life.

You did all you could to survive.

You chose to battle the darkness on your own.

Young and wounded you fell.

You did not die alone and forgotten.

I was with you in spirit, I felt you fall.

Your life flowed through my hands, along with my tears.

The mirror of life has been broken.

The reflection we can see does not show, what we can see with our naked eyes.

You are not imperfect.

You are beautiful.

I know you now.

I fight for you now.

I suffer for you now.

I live for you now.