A reader who read yesterday’s post sent me this poem. It was composed by Deborah Robinson, but the reader didn’t share anything about the poet.

For those who missed it, the article is about Wendy Duffy, a grieving healthy mother who ended her life at a clinic after struggling to cope with the death of her 23-year-old son, a pain she couldn’t bear. Her son died after choking on a sandwich that became lodged in his windpipe, starving his brain of oxygen.

The British woman has to go to Switzerland because the law doesn’t permit assisted dying in England and Wales. 

Sharing the moving poem from a mother to her son titled, “A Picture of You” –

I only have a picture now,
A frozen piece of time,
To remind me of how it was
When you were here and mine.

 
I see your smiling eyes
Each morning when I wake.
I talk to you and place a kiss
Upon your lovely face. 

 
How much I miss you being here,
I really cannot say.
The ache is deep inside my heart
And never goes away.

 
I hear it mentioned often
That time will heal the pain,
But if I'm being honest,
I hope it will remain.

 
I need to feel you constantly,
To get me through the day.
I loved you so very much.
Why did you go away?

 
The angels came and took you,
That really wasn't fair.
They took my one and only son,
My future life, my heir.

 
If only they had asked me
If I would take your place.
I would have done so willingly,
Leaving you this world to grace.

 
You should have had so many years
To watch your life unfold,
And in the midst of this,
Watch me, your Mum, grow old!

 
I hope you're watching from above,
At the daily tasks I do,
And let there be no doubt at all,
I really do love you.