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 four years 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.. Miss you wee man xxx-x