I Cry....

poem by: Frank Byrne
Written on Apr 16, 2017

"I cry for the life that you sadly never had,
I cry for myself, for not having a dad,
I cry for not telling you, just how I felt,
I cry for the miserable life, that you sadly was dealt.
I saw your tired eyes, as you lay dying in bed,
and I cry for the "l love you mum," that I just never said.
I cry for my children, that you never got to know,
oh why is life unfair? They all would've loved you so.
I still miss you my mum, the pain hurts me so bad,
I cry for all those years, that we just never had.
So why do I cry? all these years on, 
I cry for you mum......because I am your son."


Tags: sad, love, rhyme, anger, pain,

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Cecilia Crasto commented:
We all find it hard to say the words, hoping they will know just how we feel, I think parents these days compensate with words rather than spending quality time with their children. Such a beautiful, sad, heartfelt poem Frank, your mum is inspiring you.
Frank byrne commented:
It's seems crazy that I have never really recovered from the death of my young mum, way back in 1978.. ..she put me on a pedestal so high, much too high for what I was worth.......even though I'm now an old man, I still miss her so much......but Cecilia...thank you so much for your always nice comments ...I cherish them...


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