O Dear Son!

You left me wounded 

O Dear Son

In this city rarely crowded

Now, I don't feel alive

You, my soul, would say it's alright 

But would you come again, O Dear Son?

I would take you to the wonderland, O Dear Son

Where people are alive, so are ye

Not like the roses in heaven

Or the rabbits that stray

So come on, O Dear Son!

I yearn for ye

Life has just begun

And come what may

I wrote this poem when I were 13, from the perspective of my aunt who just lost her only son...