|Sitting Here With My Son|
|Sitting here with my son
I sit quietly and my mind strays,
As I think of other parents
and how they spend their days.
Some spend them at the playgrounds
pushing kids in the swings,
Some lie in the newly mown grass
and listen to little ones dreams.
Running thru the tall grass
with butterflies and nets,
Catching different kinds of bugs
and keeping them for pets.
Getting chocolate cookie kisses
and lots of I love you's,
Looking through old pictures
and seeing how much they grew.
But sitting here with my son
I have no one to hold,
The angels came and took him
When he was just eight weeks old.
So I visit his little grave side
and I ask our God above,
To please keep him in His loving arms
and let him know that he is forever loved..