CHRIS
Christopher Lee Reeves was his name,
his age was eighteen,
So many wonderful things,
He would have seen
May Sixth,Nineteen Eighty-Nine
A drunk driver broke this heart of mine.
Chris died in my arms that night,
I couldn't save him,
I tried with all my might
His life snuffed out,like a candle's light.
He was a nice kid,strong and lean,
With such a smile...
To him you couldn't be mean.
He tried to be good,do well in school
Make me proud,act not as a fool
Chris was my son.I miss him so
But he is with me wherever I go
I try to visit with him everyday
He gives me strength,and shows me the way
Like a guardian angel,he watches over me
He looks out for what I don't see
I know he's safe now,can't be hurt any day
The good Lord will keep him,out of harm's way
Someday...It'll be my turn,
and I'll see his face,as I now yearn
It hurts me so to write these lines,
But I'll never forget...our good times
These are thoughts ,that I have had
Take care Chris..
I love you,
Dad
Written by
Stan Reeves
9-17-89
and published in local paper
on the anniversary of Chris' death