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A Wednesday Night
by Vivian Sue Cross
It was a peaceful Wednesday night
my life seemed to be just fine,
I went to bed as usual
nothing special on my mind.
The doorbell woke me up
whoever could that be?
It was probably my daughter, Michelle
she must have forgotten her key.
The Police were at my door
they were looking at me strange,
I didn?t know then
my entire life would soon be changed.
I politely invited them in
I was very, very puzzled,
What could be so urgent
so early in the morning?
I soon found out the answer
I didn?t want to know,
My youngest son, Jasper,
had died an hour ago.
My mind went totally blank
my broken heart stopped beating,
I couldn?t comprehend
what was their hurtful meaning?
Oh, by the way, they said to me
do you have a daughter?
A girl we can?t identify
lost her life along with Jasper.
It was at that very moment
I lost my gentle spirit,
How could this happen to my son?
he had just begun his living.
My screams were strangely silent
as pain ran deeply through my soul,
My whole life suddenly changed
in the matter of a second or so.
I hurriedly looked in his room
hoping to see him sleeping,
All I got to see
was his room eerily empty.
There?s not any actual words
in our vast English language
That can begin to describe
the feelings running deep within me.
Some can call it grief
some can call it pain,
I call it something
that can?t even be explained.
You could stick a knife straight through my heart
it wouldn?t hurt as bad,
Or slowly watch my eyes lose their sparkle
as my soul begged for a miracle.
The miracle didn?t happen
the ghastly deed was done,
A drunk driver carelessly thought
he could play God with my fifteen year old son.
It?s been almost 20 months
since I?ve hugged my precious, Jasper,
His room is still so silent,
so is his infectious laughter.
I?ve met a lot of parents
who?ve had to keep their grief inside,
Don?t judge us too harshly
please allow us to speak of our heavenly child.
Remember that your own child
can be taken just as quickly,
If you ever feel the need
please don?t hesitate to comfort me.
I?ll take this time to tell you
our pain is very real,
We will never get over it
they?ll always be our children still.
If you wondered what happened to my daughter
God did spare her life,
She was sleeping at a friend?s house
I thank my heavenly father for that.
In memory of my son, Jasper, and his friend, Misty
Died on February 11, 1999
Written with love and heartache on October 14, 2000
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