I was not warned of the danger
that took you away, that cold
winters night..

You went to fight for our country,
brave and young, with eyes so
blue, I kissed you that starry
night..

You ran toward the train, looking
back at me, oh my son, how my heart
stopped, when you disappeared
out of sight..

Six months went by when I was
notified, that you were missing
in action, I felt a cold chill
whisper quietly by..

It has been over a year now,
still nothing, your still missing
my son, and I cannot rest, my
heart is hurting to much
wondering where you are

Are you dead and buried
some where, only God
and his loving angels
know where you are my
son..

Only 20 you are, a son
that has only brought me
pride and joy, a mothers
dream son, you are my
sweet Davy Bradson..

Each night I light a holy
candle at church, for your
safe return my son, my tears
are not shed in vain, for
you live in my heart...

I was not warned, that this
sadness I carry today, would
surround around you my
Davy Bradson...

Your father would of been
surely proud of you, if he
were here, I know he is
your angel right now, guiding
you through what you must
be going through..

I shall never give up hope,
you shall either return safe
to me, or in a bag of black
where I shall lay you at
rest my son..

My prayers are with you
always, my heart is so
heavy, that it is so hard
to breath without a sigh..

Keep safe, keep the faith
my son, soon the roses
will again bloom, like
a new born babe..



By Derena Bree
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