Dear son Dear son, dear sweet soul, god has beckoned you away, you've passed into the silence, but how near you seem today! you haunt the shadows of the house; I pass you on the stair, I meet you in the garden, you are here and everywhere. Though your home is in heaven now we're never far apart, the fragrance of your memory lives on within my heart. Much do I remember when your childhood I recall, how special you always were to me, the greatest friend of all I believe, god lets son's hover near- when their families are in danger, doubt or fear- for often when I'm feeling sad, a light breaks in the gloom- and I swear there is an angel somewhere in the room