Halloween for the grieving mother

My son won’t be trick or treating  

Or dressing up tonight

No bag filled with candy

No mommas hand held tight

No pumpkins he will carve

No sidewalks he will walk

No friends he will play with 

Under the moon or after dark

Although I miss him every second

Nights like tonight are the worst

To celebrate a holiday with one son

But not my first.

When you see me out tonight

You’ll see a mother of one

My baby I’ll have with me

But I really have two sons

One with me here tonight

One in the clouds above

One trick or treating

One watching down with love 

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