To Philip

To my son Philip I used to see you standing by your killer truck But someone called for it, and I sold it. I wish I had it as a tombstone by my side With the unbearable pain your death caused me. I light a candle and call your name It was almost in the dead of night, When I felt your presence as a whiff or Just as a fragrance of your breath.  “I’m here, Mom.”  That’s what I wish to hear Instead of that, you touched my shoulder. Before I knew it, you disappeared, but leave This feeling that you badly need me. I have unfinished business, son,  You have to wait a little longer! Because of you, I’ll make a last effort no matter how costly that will be! I shall be strong this time for your sister Victoria, her children, Zak and Solei, who need me.