My son won’t be trick or treating
Or dressing up tonight
No bag filled with candy
No mommas hand held tight
No pumpkins he will carve
No sidewalks he will walk
No friends he will play with
Under the moon or after dark
Although I miss him every second
Nights like tonight are the worst
To celebrate a holiday with one son
But not my first.
When you see me out tonight
You’ll see a mother of one
My baby I’ll have with me
But I really have two sons
One with me here tonight
One in the clouds above
One trick or treating
One watching down with love
