Could it be thirty-seven years ago nearly

that I held you in my arms

Could it be thirty-seven years

ago that I said you would make

a good young man

I never once thought

that you were to good

for this world and that

Our Lord would call you

home three months later

from me.



Not one tear did your father shed

I could not believe

He was a heartless monster to both

you and to me.





I watched them lay you in your grave

so small and tiny. I laid you in the country

that is now call Zimbabwe but always

Rhodesia to me.



I am glad that you did not live to

see its ruin and shame all the European

settlers had to leave and now it is a third world

country.



This was your home and where you were born

a proud once country and now the people starve

because it is a third world country.



I think of you often my son and how my life would be

if you had grown up and become a proud young man

I had hoped that you would be.









In Loving memory of my late son,

George Lincoln Rockwell Covington

born March 31, 1975 and passed away

on July 15, 1975





A mother's love never dies for her children.
By Lucie Elizabeth Ann Wesson, © 2011, All rights reserved.