While I Was Here

While I Am Here While I Am Here so sadly weeping My dear sweet child is gently sleeping Here I am with head bent and bowed His soul is in heaven drifting in a cloud. He's in heaven now and with God being Here on earth him will no longer be seeing God our son's soul and being He did save All we have left of him is a neat grave. Happy he made us every moment of the day But now that he so swiftly has passed away Many memories of him for us God has made About us in backyard and how we played. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran and Poet RiverSea Plantation Bolivia, NC