It's Been Three Years, My Dearest Son, Mark
by Sara Duncan, Copyright 2000
It has been three years since August 31, 1997
The day you had to leave us for your place in Heaven.
Three years since I've felt that wonderful enveloping hug
Or since I've seen that humorous, questioning shrug.
Never could I ever have imagined that we would be in a place
To have only memories and pictures to replace the sight of that marvelous smile on your face.
To some, it should be better now, this agony of grief
But there is nothing really, that brings real relief.
We go on, put on a smile and make the best of each day
But never is there a moment we're not missing you or sending thoughts your way.
Do you watch over us from your Heavenly height?
Are you really with us when we cry in the night?
As I truly believe, are you guiding my heart and hand
As I compile angel images for others of their child in God's promised land?
I so badly need to hear your voice from above
One that will tell me you're okay and surrounded by love.
Oh, my precious one, I will always love and miss you so
Until it is also at last, my time to go.