He stood before me a tear in his eye
Asking the question"why did my mommy have to die"
I thought are there any words that could begin to explain
And a little boy of six shouldn't know such pain
He stood waiting my answer.trying hard not to cry
I stood not know what to say to this little guy
I knew I had to give him an answer and I begain to pray
I asked"Please God help me find the word to say"
Again he asked "why did my mommy have to die
For God couldn't have needed her more then I"
I turned my head so my tears he couldn't see
And as he clung I thought he needed me
Then it hit me it was I that need this little guy
This little fellow standing there about three feet high
Again he asked"why did my mommy have to die"
There was no answer for only God know why
I asked myself as I heard his prayers and tucked him into bed
What is the answer is there more I could have said