Strong and brave, engraved on his tombstone,
but, all she remembers is a scared little boy;
Wanting to come home.
Loved by all; cherished mother of three.
Words to believe, if she hadn’t gone
As three came along.
Called by one who loves him dearly.
Love so strong; body and soul both gone.
Mumma cries, ‘dear lord, why?’
His mission on Earth fulfilled,
except, a half built home
and a child; only half past 4.
Tis a graveyard in-deed;
tis a graveyard of broken dreams.
Come love let go.