My Son, My Son

                My son, My son

                what could I have done

                You chose to go away

                Though, we wanted you to stay

                You were the one

                Who beat a different drum

                Whose song, was left unsung

                where did I go wrong.

                Many hearts were broken

                All along the way
              
                But even in the turmoil

                We all wanted you to stay.

                In memories,you still live

                You are in his eyes, and

                her chin, but mostly

                our hearts, you live within.

                    Elizabeth Ann McKie