Please say "Blake"
Please say "Blake".
Call him my son,
Call him "Blue Eyes" and "Peanut".
You can't make this nightmare any worse
than it is. But by not saying his
name, or growing silent when I do somehow makes a little scarier.
My son is gone.
That is pain.
You help keep him alive and vibrant by sharing a story
or remembering a moment.
Bask in his beauty,
Tell me you miss him,
Share a good cry with me, he was worth every one of those tears.
But above all else please say, "Blake".