IN MEMORY OF MY BELOVED SON God Bless the little shoes that never go astray, For the little shoes are empty in my closet laid away. Sometimes I take one in my hand, forgetting til I see It is a little half worn shoe, not large enough for me. And all at once I feel a sense of the bitter loss of you, As sharp as when four years ago it cut my heart in two. Oh little feet that wearied not, I wait for them no more, For I am drifting on the tide, but they have reached the shore; And while the blinding teardrops wet these little shoes so old, I try to think my darling boy's feet are treading streets of gold, And so I lay them down again , but always turn to say- God Bless the little feet that now so surely cannot stray. And while I am standing, I almost seem to see a little form beside me, just as he used to be; A little face lifted with his sweet and tender eyes, I might have known that look was born of paradise. I reach my arms out fondly, but they hug the empty air. There is nothing of my darling boy but the shoes he used to wear. The bitterness of parting cannot be done away Til I meet my Bobby walking where his feet can never stray. When I no more am drifting upon the surging tide, But with him safely landed upon the other side; Be patient heart while waiting to see his shining way, For the little feet on the golden street can never go astray.
IN LOVING MEMORY OF ROBERT LOUIS MONTGOMERY (1/21/70-12/13/97) DEATH BY SUICIDE- FROM HIS MOM-SHARON MONTGOMERY KOPEREK
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