The Lost Son

The Lost Son

In shadows dark, a tragic tale unfolds,
A toddler’s innocence, cruelly bereft,
Curled up in Pudsey pyjamas of gold,
Beside his father, whose heart had found death.

For five long days, the alarm was raised,
But help arrived too late, sorrowful morn,
In silence, their spirits forever grazed,
A bond of love forever unborn.

Where were the angels to guide their way,
To shelter them from despair’s bitter sting?
Oh, how the world had gone astray,
When such heartache this tragedy bring.

Now echoes their voices in heaven’s abode,
Their souls entwined, eternally built,
Their story, a mark, forever bestowed,
A plea for humanity to never wilt.

Loss, innocence, despair, tragedy, love, hope