Wood Nymph
Every Mother's fear
In loving memory of Andy Cannon
She hears the telephone ring
in the middle of the night.
Hearts pound! A family in shock!
That long dark ride to the hospital
not knowing what they will find.
Doctors explain his critical condition,
giving no hope to ease their minds.
Many rushed trips to the hospital,
expecting our son to be gone.
Many mornings of wet pillows,
she wants her son to come home.
Grieving, as the end is now at hand.
knowing she will never see his smile,
knowing they will not share a meal
and his roses will bloom for the while.
She will pick a rose in his memory.
The dewdrops are his mother's tears.
Mother will never forget you, my son.
She wil love you the rest of her years.
She hears the telephone ring
in the middle of the night.
Hearts pound! A family in shock!
That long dark ride to the hospital
not knowing what they will find.
Doctors explain his critical condition,
giving no hope to ease their minds.
Many rushed trips to the hospital,
expecting our son to be gone.
Many mornings of wet pillows,
she wants her son to come home.
Grieving, as the end is now at hand.
knowing she will never see his smile,
knowing they will not share a meal
and his roses will bloom for the while.
She will pick a rose in his memory.
The dewdrops are his mother's tears.
Mother will never forget you, my son.
She wil love you the rest of her years.
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Every Mother`s fear
Every Mother`s fear
