The raindrops make a haunting sound,
as they fall upon the lonely grave,
of the son I loved with all my heart,
I buried him eight Months ago today.
As I look around me I wonder,
how many mothers are crying today,
wishing they had just one more chance,
To have their child look at them and say.
I love you mom so very much,
and I know how much you love me,
I'm always careful when I go out mom,
You do not have to worry about me you see.
IF, is only a two letter word,
but I have said it millions of times,
IF, he had only called me to come and get him that night,
He would have lived to have seen twenty-nine.
No, he was not driving the car that night,
he was just riding home with his best friend,
than the policeman knocked upon my front door,
And told me my sons life had came to its end.
Yes, The raindrops make a lonely sound,
as they fall with my tears today,
I'll always love you my precious son so dear,
And I will meet you in Heaven someday.
Carolen Davis
In Memory of my only child
Robert James Davis
May 11, 1966 to November 10, 1994
He was killed 6 Months to the day after my mother died.
She died May 10,1994 One day before he had his last birthday.
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