"Mourning Son"

Once a day, I look at the sky to see if he is there...

I look at the flowers, the trees and the grass. 

Just to see, not despair.

Once a day, I close my eyes and listen with intent... 

With hope and expectation, I breathe in every breath 

The morning sun is our best chance to see and feel the joy...

The joy our son Max has left, our precious baby boy. 

Your Dad 

Wayne Bowe-McLeod ©
Music: The Wind Beneath My Wings©