Anthony, I Still Remember: A poem dedicated to my son.

Anthony, I still remember. 

Anthony, I still remember, 

As the middle of January is always tender,

Yesterday was January the tenth,

A day for me that still does not make any sense.

I laid in bed late last night and wondered to myself silently,

What life would of been like if you had pulled through,

But the emptiness reminded me that was too good to be true.

Another birthday gone by, 

There wasn’t a single card, call, or contact; 

No-one remembered to wish happy birthday to you, 

No one even tried.

Anthony, I know you are out of most people’s minds,

As January 2011 seems like ages ago,

But one person that holds you close is your daddy; 

Understand that I will not let you go.

Son, I still remember. 

And I will always wonder, 

Always asking, “Why?” 

Having to trust in God’s plans before I trust I.

Anthony.

I still remember.

And I know that some others still do, too. 

Because you left a mark etched in our hearts, 

That time will never erase anytime soon.

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This poem is dedicated to Anthony Christopher. 
When inspired, I try to put in words something that cannot be described with human language.
His short life altered mine in such a way that is indescribable.