I wrote this poem the night before my only child's funeral. His name is Gage Aaron and he was 171/2 years old when he lost his battle with depression and took his own life. My pathetic words cannot begin to express the love I have for him.
TOO SOON
Too soon the summer fades-
mornings wake without the song of birds,
the sun slides below the mountains,
shortening each day to but a moment.
Too soon the summer fades-
the breeze becomes a wind,
dressed in chilled splendor,
it alerts us to a change.
Too soon the summer fades-
flowers drop their pedals
to reveal the product of their season,
the seeds of a new and beautiful life.
I say farewell to you,
the summer of my life,
as the wind of change carries you
to a new and beautiful life.
To my beloved son, Gage
3 Oct 96
Brenda Potts
