September Blues

Michael Daniel Lee Booth

September is always a difficult time of year for me. My son, Michael, died in September, two weeks after his nineteenth birthday, so the entire month is filled with thoughts of him, making it not a very happy month for me. I think about the times we had, and the ones we didn’t get to have. I imagine the man he never had the chance to grow into. It has been twelve years since he’s been gone and I’d like to share a poem that I wrote to him back then, a poem that still holds true today. I still miss him so much.

Just One More Time

Just one more time to hug you close.

Just one more time to see your smile.

Just one more time to touch your face.

Just one more time to feel your style.

Just one more time to breathe the scent of your cologne,

Even though it always made me sneeze.

Just one more chance to beg you

To stay and never leave me, please.

Just one more time to hear your voice.

Just one more time to know you’re there.

Just one more time to share a song.

Just one more time to tousle your curly hair.

Just one more time to say, “I love you”

And look into your eyes.

Just one more chance to say how much you mean.

Just one chance to say good-bye.

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8 Comments on “September Blues”

  1. Hi Kaye, this is a beautiful poem. I am so sorry. My Michael had an operation yesterday that didn’t go well. He is still in ICU. He is doing much better but it’s been a rough 24 hours. Hugs

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  2. Staci Troilo says:

    I’m very sorry for your loss, Kaye. Twelve years probably feels like a heartbeat and an eternity. I pray you find comfort in the good memories.

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    • Thank you for your kind words, Staci. Time means very little when it comes to those we’ve lost. It seems like he was her just yesterday, but yet it feels like so long since I’ve seen his georgeous smile. September is always rough, but I always seem to come through somehow.

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  3. The hardest thing to happen to a parent, too often.

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