Thin(tragic loss)

When the heart becomes a balloon
big and empty for mourning blows
The father's grief looms
A space inside him grows

The simple joys are flattened
The future is a nurse
ears hear pitter patter
Though not a footstep is what's worse

Not a burp or grin or burst of laughter
But a thousand tears for a mourning father
Times grow thin and tragic loss growls
Emaciated will each day tastes foul

The arms that once held such a beautiful son
reach out to emptiness despair fills lungs
The punishing strokes of disbelief
Of reliving the shock during black weeks of grief.