To My Son Roy
Roy died, I don't really know why.
by Lynn Henk
My tears keep flowing, and they won't stop.
I have to talk about my son's death, over and over again.
They say that by talking about a sad,
Situation, the pain won't be so bad.
I don't know about that. As I reflect
On the days that Roy was with me, I
Remember how small he felt in my arms.
He was home just a little while when
One day, he just stopped breathing.
Oh, my child, my sweet boy, why did you die?