A Song for Jonathan
(by his Mother)
One foot in front of the other
One more sweep of the broom
Dishes to wash
Phone calls to answer
Anything to try
to chase the gloom.
This hole in the heart has no exit
No place for the anguish to go
Rivers of tears
Pushin' at the floodgates
Tryin' to find a calmer place to flow.
Why did the Boy on the Grecian urn
Vanish ahead of his time?
And why did a son...
sweeter than honey...
Leave the world when he was in his prime?
One foot in front of the other
One more letter to write
Can't let it "get" me
Spirit won't let me
Gotta' find a way to see the light
'Cause everything
he left behind
was bright.
Patricia White
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i knew jonathan. he was a neighbor and a friend. i wish everyone close to him good wishes. it's a terrible feeling. when i had something like this in my life i thought i would never be normal again -- but time does help, and i remember those who have died as parts of my life that live on. - hank mitchell
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