I Send You My Love
Losing my son was so hard to endure,
a fine young man with a heart that was pure.
Our family and friends came to our side,
they held us close and together we cried.
After the funeral the very next day,
I came to his grave to kneel and to pray.
I asked the Lord to help me to see,
the purpose of death and why it must be.
The smell of flowers from a day old grave,
sadly this memory I have chosen to save.
My dear sweet son I will hold in my heart,
for a small plot of earth will keep us apart.
As the years pass, visits become few,
for what is a stone to me and to you.
I know I will see you in Heaven above,
so I pray to the Lord and send you my love.
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2018
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