Our Son, Eben, was dead, In two seconds, our son was gone.Killed on a September Morning In a car/motorcycle accident In Newport News, Virginia.There would be no more time, No more making memories, No more stories.My veins were bleeding Emotions Life And words.Yes, words.Grief was talking, And Only ink would listen, Would capture the flow.I found myself waking Into A shock and numbness.Day-to-day existence And The passions of words stained The pages of my paper, And yellow pads.
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