MARSOLINO, Rossano

My darling son, Ross...

Something will remind me, I'll never know just when..

It might be something someone says, And it will all come back again….

The times we've spent together all the things we've seen and done,

Such happiness and things that weren't so fun

Again, I'll feel the pain of life without my son…

It's said that time's the healer….

I’m not sure that is true..

There won't be one day that goes by…

That I won’t cry for you….

Mum