Here is a poem I wrote for my son Jason:
If I Should Die At Twenty-Three
If I should die at twenty-three
Tell me what becomes of me
Will I be forgiven all of my sin
Or made to try living over again
If I should die at twenty-three
Demons finally setting me free
And knowing you did your best
Please understand I need to rest
If I should die at twenty-three
Know that death has set me free
Please forgive me for your grief
I know my stay here was so brief
If I should die at twenty-three
Can you go on after burying me
And remember good times past
Wonderful memories meant to last
If I should die at twenty-three
Will the world remember me
Will it be kind and judge me not
For lessons learned and then forgot
If I should die at twenty-three
I'll never forget your love for me
No matter time, distance, or space
Always I'll see your loving face
Son, you died at twenty-three
Now tell me what becomes of me
Must I go on after burying you
Tell me Son what shall I do
Written by Mom Sept 2006
Here is a poem I wrote for my son Jason:
If I Should Die At Twenty-Three
If I should die at twenty-three
Tell me what becomes of me
Will I be forgiven all of my sin
Or made to try living over again
If I should die at twenty-three
Demons finally setting me free
And knowing you did your best
Please understand I need to rest
If I should die at twenty-three
Know that death has set me free
Please forgive me for your grief
I know my stay here was so brief
If I should die at twenty-three
Can you go on after burying me
And remember good times past
Wonderful memories meant to last
If I should die at twenty-three
Will the world remember me
Will it be kind and judge me not
For lessons learned and then forgot
If I should die at twenty-three
I'll never forget your love for me
No matter time, distance, or space
Always I'll see your loving face
Son, you died at twenty-three
Now tell me what becomes of me
Must I go on after burying you
Tell me Son what shall I do
Written by Mom Sept 2006
