| My Son My son, you are gone My heart knows it's true, But my minds eye never lets me Stop seeing you. No matter what I do I find you there, In the books that I read In the clothes that I wear. When a school bus goes by You are there in every way, The trails in the field Echo your dirtbike each day. My love for you never lessens Tho in this life you are no more, My heart breaks with memories With each closing of the door. My son, I must wait patiently For the day I will see you again, I know that time will come Because of God's promise to man. My heartache is eased to know You are with those we both loved, Waiting in the arms of Jesus In paradise up above. Until we meet again I will go on day by day, Seeing you each time A squirrel looks my way. Each time a quiet breeze Stirs the quiet air, I will ever be contented Just knowing you are there. So rest well, my son And know my love for you will never cease Until my time on this earth is done I pray you rest in peace. Copyright November 1999 Jarrett's Mom |
| The snow covered field you see as a background on this page is the actual field where Jarrett used to ride his dirtbike. When the snow isn't covering the ground you can still see the paths where he rode and the grass still doesn't grow. Each day as I stand in my kitchen looking out onto this field I can almost hear the echo of his dirtbike. Those tracks bring back such bittersweet memories of the great fun he had as he wore the grass off those trails. |
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