Why?

 I have asked so many times Why?

why did MY son have to die.

I will never know or understand,

why God came and took your hand.

He took you home and I sit in sorrow,

knowing there will not be that tomorrow

when you walk thru my door and I see your face,

and you wrap you arms around me with your embrace.

Sometimes I sit and wonder, Is it true?

Did God really take you?

How am I supposed to carry on

when the ache in my heart is so strong.

You brought me so much joy,

you were my only boy.

I treasure the years we got to spend,

I never dreamed so young it would end.

I know your in a better place,

but I wish that morning I could erase.

I would tell you, dont live so wild,

A part of me has died, I'm burying my child.

I LOVE YOU JAMES ALAN BARDOT~~~<3 MOMMA