A year on

One year on,
And life for my son,
tired and shattered
Drags on,
relentless,
pointless.
So eager is he to relive
And yet feels so aimless

Our goal is hope,
that we can all cope
with the harshness,
the unfairness
that has been loaded
on his young shoulders.

We wish him strength
Character and
Our love.
And above all
We cherish his desire to live,
because it is more than we can give.