Angelversary

The twenty-second of September,
Is a day I don’t wish to remember,
But I can now never forget,
The date of my child’s death.

Whenever September is mentioned,
My thoughts go straight to Heaven,
With trembling lips and tear-filled eyes,
My heart aches for my son who died.

Children’s anniversaries should be of marriage,
Occasions of joy and memories to cherish,
It’s unimaginable now to me,
To only have our son’s angelversary.

 It is with the power of the love we knew,
We somehow manage to make it through,
But the anguish within for a child who has passed,
Stays with parents until we breathe our last.