Annoyed and Guilty

When I was waking up from my night's sleep this morning
I had an overwhelming feeling of anxiety and dismay.
Earlier I'd been dreaming about my youngest son Mitchell
and how we used to connect, laugh and play.

I felt annoyed and guilty because I hadn't seen him for ages,
so I began to plan a visit for later in the day,
but then I realised that a visit was impossible,
it's been 44 months since he passed away.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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