Blues For David
I lost my son David to a rare bone cancer at eighteen years old. I wrote this Blues for him back then. I strummed the guitar, and my cousins son sang (You wouldn’t want to hear me sing :-), and played the mouth organ. We did it all on the internet, sending files back and forth, until my cousin could mix it at his studio in London.
Blues for David
Woke up this morning
I was feeling blue
Looked to my left
Couldn’t see you
Looked to my right
Thats when I knew
Oh my best buddy
Buddy where are you.
I have a million dollars,
And ten tons of gold
That I kept in a locker.
For when us two get old.
But its worth nothing now
Because we’re torn apart
And I know I can’t spend
I can’t spend my fractured heart.
© Mentalelf 2023
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Phil, I’ve see this and the Crazy Diamond posting. It’s really hard to do justice to both in words; all I can offer is a deep respect – Shine On!
Thank you Dodgem, this breaks you forever, and I fought with myself for a while because posts like this bring a fear of venting pain onto others. A hard choice. But there is also ive found from myself and other bereaved parents of teens and children that there is a massive fear “your” loved one might be forgotten, so for me posting this was to have him written and recorded somewhere.
I don’t think that there is any language in the world that has a noun describing a parent that lost his child.
for spouses —–> widow etc for a child losing a parent ——–> orphan.
because not even language can find the strength to describe such pain such torment.
to echo a Greek woman here who is a rather famous activist.
No there isn’t a word. Bereaved parents aren’t “carpet broomed” to quote a phrase that is gathering popularity in sociological worlds, but there is this fear of your loved one being forgotten. I think that motivated me to post these two posts (Blues For David), Who is the “Greek” woman? Ive learned that people do fall over their words searching for some way of expressing their sorrow for you, but I have learned to reassure that nothing needs be said, its enough just to know someone cares, and everyone does. Well… except for our local Conservative party councillor, she asked… Read more »
There is pain, but then there are memories of a life beautiful.
Yes your right, but the beautiful memories are often pushed aside. Even the good memories lead to “what if”, “I wander”, “would he”? There really is no escape just one day at a time, some days you cope others you don’t like this planet. Thank you for your comment Pilgerman its appreciated.