Butterfly kisses upon your brow
the only affection I can allow.
As you lie there in eternal slumber
do you feel my pain .. I wonder.
I am forced to remain behind
all alone.. my own way to find.
A life we shared, two hearts as one
I was your mom, you were my son.
How can I be forced to live
without the tender touch you give.
Your sound of laughter in the air
you and I ….the perfect pair.
I thought I’d be the first to die
this can’t be true, must be a lie.
He was a child I scream out loud
him dying first shouldn’t be allowed.
Just one more kiss before I go
and this one thing I hope you know.
Mommy loves you little man,
now go with Jesus, hold his hand.
ps. I wrote this for a friend.
[This message has been edited by Lucie (edited 09-14-99).]