Andrew, Andrew, my beautiful boy! <br />Andrew, Andrew, my pride and joy! <br />Andrew, Andrew, where have you gone? <br />Why, oh why, have you left me so alone? <br />You've gone on a journey, <br />You've gone so far away! <br />And now I sit and cry and cry <br />The whole long night and day. <br />Oh how I want <br />to come with you! <br />I no longer want to live, <br />But I have other children, <br />and other relatives. <br />With but just a squeeze. <br />I could join you in the sky <br />But painfully I must live on <br />I don't get to die. <br />We might be separated, <br />if I do myself some harm, <br />So I must wait and wait and wait <br />To hold you in my arms. <br />God needed you in heaven <br />because you were so good. <br />You already were an angel <br />This he understood. <br />When God, I finally stand before <br />He better tell me why <br />Why, oh why, a father lived. <br />Why the son, he had to die! <br /> <br />My son was Andrew Thomas Eichen and he became an angel on 24SEP08 and this poem is dedicated to his memory.<br /><br />Bob and Alex Eichen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hardest-trigger-i-never-pulled/
