When Will The Pain End?

by Don Miltenburg

Date: Fri, 09 Jun 2000

When will the pain end?
When will I see my son again?

I see his face in the clouds as I look to the sky He's looking way down and he's starting to cry He cries and he screams - he wants to come home!
Then the wind moves the clouds...once again I'm alone.

I hear the sound of his voice in the wind in the trees I feel the touch of his hand in the touch of the breeze.
He's everywhere I look, he's in everything I see He's everywhere I go, he means so much to me.

He 's all my hopes and dreams - his father's dreams as well He made our life pure heaven; now it seems a living hell Our dreams, our hopes , our wishes, left one early dawn.
Our joy , our light , our laughter, our little boy is gone.

Now all that's left are memories, and the pictures that we'll save.
An empty crib, a lonely house, a newly dug small grave.

When will the pain end?
When I see my son again.

Written June 30, 1986 Still true today

In memory of Alexander Ryan Miltenburg
Born June 2, 1986
Died of SIDS June 17, 1986

Happy Birthday Alex You'll always be my oldest, even if the rest of the world forgets
from Mom and Dad
brothers Patrick Conor and Tristan at home siblings Jeanne Timothy and Daniel in heaven