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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.
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Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 7:05 PM UTC
THIRTY-SEVEN YEARS AGO
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.
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Oct 3, 2011
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