Bobbin

Since my darling son died

I've wept many tears.

I miss his sweet smile;

It's been almost four years.

He played the drums

In his band don't you know.

Lived a lot on the road

Oh, I miss him so!

Now he silently sleeps

In the arms of the Lord.

When he died all alone my mothers heart

Was pierced with a sword.

As a toddler I always called him "bobbin".

Always jumping, hopping, running around.

Now that he's gone I spend my time

Looking at all the pictures I've found.

Oh, my precious boy

I pray daily for you.

Now you are free

In the heavenly view.

  

I pray for your joy

From suffering and pain.

I look for the day 

We're united again.

Don and I say our prayers,

Always pray for your joy.

You always will be

Our sweet wonderful boy!