I stand in the shadow of that awful day,
Where the world stopped but still goes on its way.
My heart shattered, my soul in endless pain,
For my firstborn son, forever gone, I remain.

Just eight years old, so tender and sweet,
Sweeter than honey, a smile so pure and neat.
Time marches forward, relentless and cruel,
Yet I'm frozen in sorrow, feeling like a tool.

Memories haunt, like ghosts in the night,
Of a child's laughter, now silenced from sight.
The sun rises and sets, indifferent to my grief,
As I stumble through days, seeking relief.

I'll never plan his Bar Mitzvah, a dream now untold,
He'll never marry, no grandchildren to hold.
Each breath a struggle, each moment a fight,
To survive in a world that no longer feels right.

People move around me, their lives continue to flow,
While I'm trapped in a moment, unable to let go.
The ache in my chest, a constant reminder,
Of the child I lost, my heart's precious binder.

I scream into the void, but silence echoes back,
No words can describe this endless lack.
A piece of me gone, forever adrift,
In the depths of sorrow, where memories drift.

I stand still in time, where grief holds its sway,
Where I mourn for my son, day after day.
Yet amidst the pain, a flicker of light,
Love's eternal flame, burning bright in the night.

I scream for Moshiach to come, to heal and restore,
To reunite me with my forever love once more.
In that promised time, may peace be revealed,
And in my son's embrace, my heart finally healed.