Sunday, May 24, 2009

Death of a Child

Sorry I didn't get to stay.

To laugh and run and play.

To be there by your side.

I'm sorry that I had to die.

God sent me down to be with you,

to make your loving heart anew.

To help you look up and see

Both God and little me.

Mommy, I wish I could stay.

Just like I heard you pray.

But, all the angels did cry

when they told little me goodbye.

God didn't take me cause He's mad.

He didn't send me to make you sad.

But to give us both a chance to be

a love so precious .. don't you see?

Up here no trouble do I see

and the pretty angels sing to me.

The streets of gold is where I play

you'll come here too, mommy, someday.

Until the day you join me here,

I'll love you mommy, dear.

Each breeze you feel and see,

brings love and a kiss from me.

By Sandy Eakle

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