From Your Room

From your room Ben
on this sixth year’s eve
I write these words
alone I grieve.
From your room Ben
lived herein our woes
in wee morning’s darkness
wrestled us our foes.
Where by your bedside
I sat many a night
afraid to leave you ...
lest return it might.
So Ben,
please remember…
never in doubt or need,
our love for you
was always agreed.
Accept these few words
your blue eyes to see ...
o’er these six years
mournful ...
without
thee.

Alan D. Busch
2007