Here I stand the secound year at your grave,
Still trying to accept the decision God made.
I drive myself crazy for a hint or a clue,
Of why at fithteen He had to take you.
I would have made the choice, if I'd been given one,
Today someone will die; either you or your son.
I would have stood tall and cried, "Lord! Let it be me!
He has his whole life to live and a precious baby!"
But obviously God doesn't work that way,
For whatever reason, He wanted you that day.
And now here I stand with tears in my eyes,
Everyday for two years, I cant tell you goodbye <3
Tammy
2nd November 2013