A poem written by a mother who's son left with no sign but that of Jesus.

My Dear Angel, my dear son,
My days are empty without your smile,
As I look at the sky , I want to run,
To catch up with you, Oh What A Trial!

I go to your room and ask God the father,
To send me signs of you by his side,
Daily in my prayers, I ask and perhaps bother,
The Lord, and ask him "send my angel to be my guide."

I know you are safe,holding your friend's hand,
All I ask is for you to pray,
That one day we will meet in Jesus' land,
And then we willmeet and in his grace stay.