The raindrops make a haunting sound, as they fall upon the lonely grave, of the son I loved with all my heart, I buried him eight months ago today. As I look around me I wonder, how many mothers are crying today, wishing they had just one more chance, to have their child look at them and say. I love you mom so very much, and I know how much you love me, I'm always careful when I go out mom, you do not have to worry about me you see. If, is only a two letter word, but I have said it millons of times, If, he had only called me to come and get him that night, he would have lived to have seen twenty nine. No, he was not driving the car that night, he was just riding home with his best friend, than the policeman knocked upon my front door, And told me my sons life had come to its end. Yes, the raindrops make a lonely sound, as they fall with my tears today, I'll always love you my precious son so dear, And I will you in heaven some day.
Reason for writing:
My son, my only child was killed in a car wreck November
10, 1994. I wrote this when he had been gone 8 months.
He was not marred yet and so left me no grandchildren and I
raised him alone. So all I have left are the lonely
throughts of yesterday.
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