~ Burton Thomas Pickle ~
You were born an angel with light blonde hair,
Chubby cheeks and skin so fair.
I counted your fingers, I counted your toes,
I gently touched your perfect nose.
I knew then, I didn’t have a chance,
My heart was yours from that first sweet glance.
The too short years flew by, one after another,
Filling my heart with memories of being your mother.
I watched you laugh and I watched you cry,
There was no challenge you wouldn’t try.
Many times I wanted to hold you tight,
But I knew you had to grow, so that wouldn’t be right.
Before I knew it you had become a man,
With sons of your own and a lifelong plan.
You held their tiny hands and watched them grow,
You loved them tenderly as the soft winds blow.
Then came the day that all mothers fear,
The call relaying the words we just can’t hear.
The words that break a mother’s heart were said,
“There was an accident...your son is dead.”
The life that began so beautiful and sweet,
The smile, the kindness and dimples so deep.
Gone forever from this place,
Leaving a void, an empty space.
I wish I could have been there to hold you that day,
When G_d called you home and took you away.
Your spirit will rise and soar through the sky,
You will live on in my heart, you will never die.
With all my love, Mom