Unbroken by Time

Today’s Poem is taking a turn away from my experiments and working at learning what I can on Poetry. Instead is a Poem that I feel was in need of composing .

Writing and learning how to compose a poem is therapy for me as a person and as a parent. Following a contact with someone the other night which I asked myself, ” did I ever actually compose a Poem for My son”? The reply was two fold, Following his passing I composed “The Butterfly” which was one set in the moment as it were and never could fit as a tribute in my words.

Thus my decision was Today is the day, or it should be over the past couple of days I was set on one detail, composing and completing this Poem. NOT For Sympathy or any other such related reaction, except for a sole goal of marking this as a Tribute to a little boy, my son.

Back Story:

My son’s name was, Darren Patrick Fitzgerald on July 16 1996 and In his short life, he never spoke or called out a single word. It would have been a dream to hearing him call out our names, But it was never to be. This little boy was full of life and joy, that goes beyond words. But because of his medical condition he never spoke and would have been legally blind.

When People in USA mourn and remember September 11, we prepare to mark as Darrens Passing. On a morning in mid September 2001, Darren took ill, which turned out to be a rare form of Viral meningitis. In the space of 8 hours Our son was on life supports.

For us the worst was to come in the early hours of September 26 2001, Darren’s Life supports were switched off. Darren was a young 5 years of age at the time of his passing. He left a bigger impact on us and I am certain on some that knew him all those years ago.

The mark we felt cut deeper, And for our remaining children the impact was big to say the least and his mother I know was heart shattering. BUT for me as a father It ripped my heart from me and returned a heart with a deeper hope that could never be filled.

Darren, was full of life and had a spirit that surprised many and even though he never spoke and his eyesight was most likely enough to classify him as blind. He was my son and my driving force since then and my Faith in God goes deeper since that day.

Foreword:

This piece has taken shape over many years, nearly twenty-five, written in moments of reflection, grief, and enduring love. It is not the work of a single time, but of a lifetime of remembering. I share it now as a tribute to my son, whose presence remains with me always, in ways both quiet and profound.

Though my son was disabled and I never heard him call my name. This poem serves as a tribute and as a Shout out to all parents who lost a child regardless the age. A parent has dreams for their child that develop throughout the years, some may get to see some pass and others like myself, those dreams become a memory and take many form for various people. But for me they reside as a part of my own memories that I keep stored within. Sorrow no longer dwells here but what resides goes beyond words. This Piece was never meant for a method for a kind of “Sorry for your loss” type post. Except a tribute that needed more to finally be written that goes beyond a Previous poem I composed 25 years ago “The Butterfly”.

This Poem was at first meant to be
A Father’s Love, Unbroken by Time. I shortened it To “Unbroken by Time” which I believe works a little better.

I Believe that :“Life is a journey in which all have their prints in. Some last but a fleeting moment while others have a full complete life to walk through. Those we meet along the way that become closer than most are more than memories that are left along the way. What we wee, leave behind us OR leave after us are marks of our lifes walk. And loved ones are all but a part of our hearts that go before us..”


Darren Fitzgerald   1996  - 2001
Darren Fitzgerald 1996 – 2001

This is a Photograph one of the last taken of Darren Before he passed on Copyright © 2026 Pat Fitzgerald. All Rights Reserved


Unbroken by Time



Though decades pass, I hold you near,
The past remains, a crystal tear.
Some wounds don’t fade or seek release,
An anchor set in quiet peace.



I listen still to hear your name,
Within the hush, it stays the same.
Your smile, so warm, so clear, so bright,
Still lingers softly in the light.



I cannot stop the passing years,
Yet gently hold these falling tears.
No anger lives, no bitter plea,
For love endures what came to be.



Rivers of love still run for you,
My cherished son, so dear, so true.
The day that turned so dark, so deep,
Still guards the light I choose to keep.



The years move on, my heart remains,
It calls to you through quiet pains.
Would you recall my voice, my face,
Or speak my name in some far place?



Though time is lost to drifting sand,
Love does not fade or loose its hand.
You live within this heart I own,
My son, this love… now fully known.

Darren





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13 thoughts on “Unbroken by Time

  1. Really a Great Post, Pat!!! Loved your intro and the poem!! Wonderfully done!!! You captured so very much and your words gave feeling and visualization that made it even more amazing!!

    I’m so glad you decided to do this!!! It is a real tribute to Darren and a needed sharing of your remembrance and love for him!!!

    Here is a poem I wrote on the subject of a parent having a child pass away I though you might also identify with:

    The poem using the Arielchart link has photos
    ARIELCHART JANUARY 2019 – YOU ARE MY FOREVER AND ALWAYS
    You Are My Forever and Always (arielchart.com)

    YOU ARE MY FOREVER AND ALWAYS
    By Charles Robert Lindholm

    From The First Time
    I Laid Eyes On You
    I Loved You

    It Was Love At First Sight,
    And You Stole My Heart
    Forever

    That Moment
    Was The Start
    Of Me Loving You

    And As Long
    As I Live
    That’s What I’ll Do

    For All Of Your Life
    I Loved You
    And For The Rest Of Mine
    I Will Miss You

    You Are My Forever
    And Always

    Copyright © 2018 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
    Dedicated to every parent who has had to bury a child and knows the Forever Love that will always fill their heart to cushion the Forever Loss that no parent ever expects to have to feel. 

    My Mom and Aunt and other friends I love have had to endure this.  If this has been your experience too, I send you my love and condolences, for something there is no label to describe because it is so awful!!
    God bless you All!!!
    Chuck Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet

    LOVED YOUR INTRO AND POEM, PAT!!! Though you may want to consider this that jumped out at me when I read your line:

    “Though time is lost to drifting sand,”
    after reading this I immediately had a visual of life’s Hour Glass with all the sands of time FALLING – Just thought you might want to consider a swap of Falling for the word “drifting”?
    “Though time is lost to falling sand”???
    Just me, My Friend!

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    1. Thank You Chuck. This was a Poem that was pretty much 25 years in the making.. I avoided a lot of that all this time.. Thank you for that and for my thought at that time was “The Sands of time” being like from an egg timer or sand timer.. that is where falling came from and also on eof the previously edited parts had it to rhyme with something else which was cut from it in the end.. I will look into that suggestion.. As some words also have letters that match with others in stanzas for rhyming purposes.. There was a lot of technical work on this one especially with a softer alliteration of a kind in this poem. Your own poem was a great poem.. I certainly did relate to it… What effected me back when Darrenn passed, was speaking with my then elderly grandmother who passed not lonmg after that. where she spoke of her own child that passed in infancy… I thought that a parents love and loss it gives, carries a life time.. and it did for her..

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  2. Yes, that kind of loss stays with you forever!!! I think it is really weird that they label certain other kinds of loss and the status it moves you to- lose a husband, you become a widow, lose a wife you are a widower – lose your parents you are an orphan but no label for a parent that loses their child – It’s probably because it’s just to awful???

    I’m so glad you were able to get this all out and share it. It will help in the long run. It helped me when I wrote about the loss of my Dad – six years after his passing. Not quite 25 years for sure. I guess that makes it better that you got a remembrance finally written!
    Chuck 😁🎁✨👍💕

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    1. Funny that you mentioned the types of labels and how some place child loss when it comes to grief… inside a year after Darren passed one (“Ahem”) Lady, told me “Why you feel sad,? … You lost child. Why you not foget and make another one?” I thought “Yup!! That works.. I’ll just pop to the store for ingedients and begin that.. LOL Serously that was exactly what was said.. (needless to say she was not Irish and a native english speaker.. which had me convinced that it was culture more than anything else..

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  3. As Darren, I would say:

    Dad, I never spoke a word you could hear, but I hope you felt mine — in the way I leaned into your arms, in the quiet morning light when you held me close. You gave me a world full of love without ever needing me to say a thing. Thank you for carrying me in your heart all these years. I always knew your voice. And if I could have called out once, it would have been your name.

    — Darren

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