ECHOES OF MY LOST SON
ECHOES OF MY LOST SON
By Chima Chikazunga
My son is gone, that’s all I know. My heart won’t believe he’s gone, and so my tears flow. Running down my face screaming his name my tears echo. These are the echoes of my lost son. He called me that day, I’ll never forget it. He wanted to check in on me, but couldn’t get through. So I started searching with his wife, what’s a mother to do? I hear his voice every night, the pain of not knowing and being forced to declare him dead makes me question even my own purpose in this life. This empty void inside me, cuts the sharpest knife. Recently, I was asked a question: “What I thought was the purpose of life?” And immediately I thought…to live. It’s just that simple. But now I’m here…and nothing is ever forgotten, it always comes back somehow… My son is gone, nobody knows but my tears cry, and they echo. These are the echoes of my lost son.
