Let's say there are many times I looked and saw reflections of my son.nI argued sometimes, consulted, I saw results and said, well done.nI thought of him constantly and silently asked why?.nI tried fervently and just can not say goodbye.nI lived with visions twined and twisted, passion so cold and withered thoughts battered and shattered.nI dream dreams, cherished memories, housed friendship and promises that mattered.nIn the end, time is treasured, but love for my son, it's everlasting.