My son, you were so dear.
Oh how I truly wished you were here.
So many years have passed.
Fond are our memories to the very last.
Simple, it seems, are the little things.
So dearly I held you close.
I wanted you to know, I loved you the most.
How harsh is Life?
But you knew not a single strife.
Innocent and pure, you always were…

Remember the times we used to play?
Why must it be this way?
So hard, I cried
the day you died.
Looking up, heavy clouds fill my sky.
Now I sit before you, at the place of your rest
knowing that I loved you best.
Trying so desperately to say “Good Bye…”
And so, this poem will rest, with you, where you lie.
“Good Bye, My Son…”