Calling Home

My voice is echoing, it keeps calling your name,

My heart is aching, looking for a reason, myself I continue to blame,

You were so young my dear, only two years of life had you seen,

You were gone in a heartbeat, no explanation of what this would mean,

The world turned to darkness the day you went away,

Nothing really mattered, except the question of why you could not stay,

I have asked that question more times than I care to admit,

I have prayed for an answer, still waiting, still here I sit,

What I would not give to hold you to have you cradled in my hands,

To see the young man you would turn into, instead emptiness in front of me stands,

I know my precious angel, one day your face I will see,

Until then my darling I carry you here close to me,

In my heart you have a home, the piece of you no one can steal,

The love that is there is forever, always, and real,

Though at times I wish I could call you home to me,

I will see you again, when my soul has been set free.