Here I stand the fourth year at your grave,
Still trying to accept the decision God made.
I drive myself crazy for a hint or a clue
Of why at nineteen He had to take you.
I would have made the choice if I'd been given one-
Today someone will die; either you or your son.
I would have stood tall and cried, "Lord! Let it be me!
He has his whole life to live and a precious baby!"
But obviously God doesn't work that way,
For whatever reason, He wanted you that day.
And now here I stand with tears in my eyes.
Every day for four years, I can't tell you goodbye.
I only say I love you and try to concentrate,
To hear your voice, to feel your touch, to see your handsome face.
And if I live to be a hundred, I'll still ask Him every day
Why didn't He take me instead of my only child away?
Poem From A Grieving Mother
Lost my son December 28, 2019, age 42. He had just gotten a Coleman mini bike to take to his dad's ranch for a fun thing to ride there. He was just testing it out up and down our long county...
Here I Stand
Published by Family Friend Poems October 2013 with permission of the Author.
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Tracy, I lost my son to an overdose of fentanyl as well on May 22, 2018. I'm so sorry for our pain.