On Bent Knees
I MISS YOU MOM! (R.I.P.)Through my teary eyes of water, I've felt so much of your pain.
But, now you suffer no more as you sit next to your father.
It maybe selfish of me to say, I wish that you were still here,
to talk with me and comfort me, please hold me once again.
I miss you ever so dearly as each day passes by, but, when my
time is up and our dear God calls me home, we will embrace
once again in our father's heavenly sky.
For I am your son and I carry your heart through the deep oceans
and embedded seas, so, look upon me know mom, I miss you mom,
I miss you, I miss you on bended knees.
So happy we never said goodbye, for that gives me hope and gives
me strength and it makes me want to try; To be a good man and be a
good son and the best father I can be, but, worry not if you should see me,
for sometimes I still cry. My eternal love from your son.
Darrel F.
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