My son would Love to be here

I would love him to be here too

Today we sing piano songs

But  he is not playing

We are here with wonderful visits that he would love

He would play for them

I miss my son like no other people do

But I keep living, laughing, crying and singing

Living is now different

Laughing does not have the same happiness as before

Crying has always him

Singing is not that good as with him

But I keep trying

I do not visit places I used to

I got traumas that I prefer not to face

I don’t want to hurt myself

Life is beautiful anyway

So beautiful that made me have my son!