Edwin Lee Poem by jeannie schmidt

To my dearest Edwin Lee,
Our son is almost a man, somedays I wish you could see. He reminds me of you in so many ways, sometimes it is hard to believe.
It has been 17 years since you were taken from us, on that warm summers night.
I only hope I have raised our son up right. I did the best I could and I kept him in school and now he is off to college in the fall, funny how things work out.
He is almost a man, a few years younger than you were the night you were taken from us.
Please look after our baby as he goes out on his own.
I know that you are here, helping me along the way.
I thank you for our miracle and the baby we made.
He makes me proud every single day.
He is growing up more and more each and every day