OUTSIDE HIS BEDROOM DOOR
“I look into his private world, Outside his bedroom door, A place where he once laughed and lived, A place he lives no more
The friend that came to visit, The bed where he did sleep, Tears begin to cloud my eyes, I stand as I do weep
The desk where he did homework, His clothes that he did wear, His life that he was living, Without a single care
Some pictures that were special, A girlfriend’s secret note, His television he did watch, On the table his remote
His hats sit on a rack now, His helmet from his bike, The memories are painful, A life I do not like
His cologne no longer lingers, As it did once in our home, Visions of him by my side, But I just stand alone
His pillow and his blanket, Still sit upon his bed, Waiting for him to come home, Lie down and place his head
How long for him to be here, In the safety of his room, Nothing to ever harm him, Our lives could then resume
I look into his private world, Outside his bedroom door, A place where he once laughed and lived, A place he lives no more.” – Sorenson
FOR ALL OF OUR CHILDREN
“I will see you again, in the fullness of time, You will reach out your hand, I will take it in mine, As together we walk, all the sorrow filled years will dissolve as a cloud in the midst of our tears.
I will see you again, we will laugh as before, I will kiss your dear face, as I pass through the door, to a place where you are and a bright shining sun will assure my glad heart that my life has begun.
I will see you again, though the journey be long, I will try, for your sake, to sing my own song, and, for you I’ll endeavor to live through my pain, ’till the moment dear child, when I see you again.” – Kenna, United Kingdom