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