I was there that day
His junior year
Happy boy who loved his fiddle
And behind that fiddle he owned the world
He knew he was incredible
The guitar jammed
The fiddle sang
The crowd cheered
This mom’s heart swelled with pride
Memories of coaching
-make your hand like a waterfall
-keep your violin up
-your violin goes under your chin
No longer mattered
The boy and the fiddle were one
They sang their own tune, in their own way
Pictures bring back memories
New pictures that a mom has never seen
Touch her heart in a new way
Happiness for the years together
Heartbreak for the years lost
The fiddle is tucked away in it’s case
It rarely sings
The fiddle is no longer with the boy
Your son was such an example and he is missed everyday he was raised right by you and his smile was contagious he made everyone feel love I miss him everyday he was apart of our class our graduating class had an angel
Thank you Chloe, your words are good for a mothers heart!