Greetings, and welcome to today’s Author News 20 February 2021

In loving memory of you, my beloved son.

Baby breath & soft flesh

Having held you tight in my arms the day you were born, sharing your breath and felling your soft baby flesh, while listening to your calm heart beating next to mine, made me cry. You were so tiny, so loving and such a beautiful little baby-boy.

Then God robbed me of your love at a time, were I never would expect it. You left without saying goodbye. That day my soul, my spirit, my heart got torn. My heart broke when you were no longer there, and it will always stay broken.

Call you in Heaven.

I wish I could call you in heaven, hear your voice, hug you and once again hold you in my arms. Then, I am dreaming of hearing your voice again, just one more time. Mostly, so I can tell you how much I love you, and that you’ll always will be mine. My wishes are endless, so much that I could…

  • I want to hold your hand. 
  • Embrace you. 
  • Comfort you. 
  • Laugh with you. 
  • Talk to you.
  • I will never forget you.
  • Never can I forget you.
  • I won’t forget you.
  • And somehow, I still believe you are here with me.

But, mostly, I wish this tragic day had never happened because it’s unfair that God took you away before me.


Why do I have to cry on this day every year?

Every time on the day were I lost you forever, and I don’t understand why do I have to cry on this day every year.

  • It hurts.
  • It’s thumping violently in my head.
  • My broken heart beats faster with each passing minute until the clock strikes six PM.
Devastating crying Angel
  • Hear your laughter again.
  • Tell you how much we all miss  you.
  • Your sister and brothers miss you.
  • Your children.
  • I miss you.

Thinking of you in silence.

Not a day goes by without me thinking of you. Mostly in silence, where I often say your name, when my lips whisper in sorrow of what I want to do if I see you again.

I am looking at the angels, while in sorrow glaring at it; are you one of them?

Thereafter peaking at the stars, wishing; are you one of them blinking at me in the darkness of the silent night?

Then glaring at the illuminated moon; imagining you’re sitting on the edge––then you’re looking down at me and writing me a letter.

  • I am thinking about the memories.
  • Glancing at the pictures of you.

Crying in my misery, thinking of how you stay steadfast in every beat of my heart.

Copyright © 2021 . All Rights Reserved . M. L. Stark

Author: M. L. Stark

I am M. L. Stark, and within the pages of "HUGGER MUGGER: The Con Man Smile" and "MAZE AFLAME: Flimflam Man," I pour out the fiery essence of my very soul. These books are not just ink on paper; they are the embodiment of my triumph over the darkest shadows of my past. Through the flickering flames of adversity, I have risen, crafting tales that echo the resilient beat of my heart. Every word penned is a testament to the strength I discovered within myself, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. I have dared to bare my scars, to expose the rawness of my wounds, for I know that in sharing my journey, I offer hope to those who may tread a similar path. And as I close each chapter, I am reminded of the immortal words of Bob Marley: "The biggest coward is a man who awakens a woman’s love without the intention of loving her." These words resonate within me, fueling my passion to shine a light on the darkness, to empower those who have been wronged, and to stand as a beacon of love and resilience in a world that too often seeks to extinguish the flames of hope. You can follow me on Facebook or Twitter.

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