You followed your own heart,
When you did you broke mine,
Now you are gone from this life,
Oh, how I prayed for you,
That you would not leave us,
Never the less, your pain was too great,
You could not stay here and wait.
When you were a little boy,
We went from house to house,
Never from home to home.
When you were growing up you,
You did not feel loved as you should,
Once you were asked to describe the meaning,
Of mother and Apple Pie,
You were 14 when you said you,
You did not believe in the mother and Apple Pie story.
On your third try, you got it just right,
You ended your life on that Labor Day of 2009,
I miss you and love you still, and forever will,
I wish I could have one more hug from you,
But, I know I never will.
From your loving sister
Connie L. Dement Hopkins