Eulogy for My Son

by

Daniel Chapa

My son is dying
Jesus is spying
Through the window, under the door, across the floor
Hoping I can love him just a little more
He knows when I hurt and feels when I cry
When I watch him tire and close his eyes

My son is dying
Jesus is spying
Inside the mirror, from the sky, he won’t deny
The life the love the health that I supply
Another lie, I don’t know how or why
But my son is dying and it’s making me shy

My son is dying
Jesus is spying
All my love, my heart, my critical part
My never ending need to play this game smart
The ending I’ve needed since this thing had a start

Anthony is dying
Jesus is spying
Through the windows the doors, all open or closed
The pain in my house and the path we all chose
We avoid showing hurt and everyone knows

My son is dying
And Jesus is spying
The outside, the middle, the beginning and end
The place to which my son, this world will soon send
When the day comes my pain will begin again

My son was dying
Jesus is spying
The hurts the pains, The wounds that must heal
The hope that will keep me until my last meal
The prayers and beliefs that my heaven is real

My son is dead
Jesus is spying
The body, the soul, the everlasting glow
The reasons they are together and everyone knows
The answers to my questions and when they will be shown

I am alive
And Jesus is spying
My confusion, my anger, my need to be heard
My dedication to spreading the everlasting word
My need to be close to the son that I deserve

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