He stood all alone

My dearest Marc, my precious son,

I pen these lines, our story begun.

In East Texas, that fateful day,

At three in the afternoon, you lost your way.

Upon the steps, I found you weeping,

Heart heavy, my own tears seeping.

A burden of sadness filled the air,

As we laid Bane to rest with utmost care.

The log carrier truck, a cruel twist of fate,

Claimed Bane's life, sealed a painful state.

You, my child, chased after him in vain,

Hours spent, your tears fell like rain.

Locked out, alone on the porch you sat,

Patience tested, waiting for our return at that.

Three hours passed, your sorrow deep,

My heart ached, your pain I wished to keep.

Oh, how my heart breaks, my dear boy,

To witness your grief, a mother's ploy.

But know, my love, in this letter I send,

Strength and solace, I'll forever extend.

In the garden of memories, we shall find,

Moments of joy, treasures intertwined.

Though Bane is gone, his spirit lives on,

In our hearts, where love's eternal song.

So, my dear Marc, wipe those tears away,

For in our bond, hope finds its way.

Together, we'll heal, embrace life anew,

With love as our guide, we'll see it through.

Remember, my child, in times of despair,

Hold on to love, it will always be there.

This epistolary verse, a memory's embrace,

Whispers of love, time cannot erase.

With love everlasting, forever by your side,

Your mother's love, an unwavering tide.

Yours forever,

Mom