Why did you leave?
62 is much too soon...
I heard you cry as you looked upon me...
I wasn\'t asleep...
I never heard you cry; I couldn\'t bear to look...
For my tears were staining the sheets to...
You had me bring you home as soon as you knew...
Why did you believe I could take care of you?
Yet in those brief months I learned much...
Of why I was...
Because I was your son...
You smiled when you said good-bye, as I left your room...
You came that Friday to tell me you were ok, take care of mom, and what I heard it was all to be...
It was, it is...wait please...let me find out with you.