My Son Still Do Miss

My Son Still Do Miss Have read first poem that I ever wrote Then last one I will write this morning And when I do it much time devote Now want to give you this warning. Makes no matter if I am right or wrong My son still has remained in my heart And about him still sing a sad song Of me, he was such an important part While I was sitting at smooth water's edge Prayed to God and asked for forgiveness To my Lord whole life I want to pledge And my dead son I will always miss. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran and Poet He was fishing by himself early one morning all by himself on the Skagit River. Somehow, he fell in and drowned. It could have been drugs but will never know. Only my wife's close friend knows what happened to him. We told her to never tell us. We put his ashes into the Lockwood Folly River a mile from our his. Every time I sit on the dock I think about him.