SCATTERED MEMORIES (A POEM)
I stand among the whispering trees
Stare unseeing at the fallen leaves..
Your voice echoes from so long before,
Before life closed you outside its door.
Your words, “It’s just a bit of puff
“I’ll stop when I have had enough.”
The leaves they rustle with the sound
of raining tears upon the ground.
You said “Mum, it’s just a bit of weed.”
Then followed soon a bit of speed.
“Don’t worry, I can stop at any time.”
Back then believing every line.
Too late you felt the needles push..
Seduced again by the sudden rush.
One day you knew it, all too late –
This quest for what had sealed your fate.
“I love you ”I shouted to the unhearing trees
“I miss you” – the words are lost on the breeze.
Here seeking solace there’s none to be found –
Just memories scattered with leaves on the ground.
(The poem was written by his mother in memory of Jason Peter Cleveland who died aged 30 years in 2000)