Half Of My Heart Is Gone

Poem by: Barbara J. Rouse

Son, I wish I could wake up and see you standing there.

Then I would know that it was just a nightmare.

Son, I remember when you were small and how you would hold my hand,

and as you grew older you became my best friend.

Son, I have 29 years of memories that I will treasure and keep safe in my heart.

We share a bond that time and distance can never break apart.

Son, oh how my heart aches so.

I would love to have you back and never let you go.

Son, where there was happiness,

now there is sadness.

Son, how I long to hear your voice and see your beautiful smile

and have you back for just a little while.

Son, until that day I see you again,

I will look to the sky and search among the stars for my son and best friend.

Love,

Mom

Poem by: Barbara J. Rouse

Funeral or memorial poem by American writer Walt Whitman, ideal for a religious or non-religious funeral service.

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