Sweet precious child
I adored more than life;
It pierced like a knife.

You must have been needed
Far greater up there;
But it's hard not to question,
As I hug your stuffed bear.

Your sweet precious spirit
Will never die;
I feel you still with me,
Bringing a tear to my eye.

Although there's a hole
In my heart that won't heal;
I know the good Lord,
Will help me to deal.

Sweet little angel,
I miss you so much;
But you're in God's arms;
Feel His heavenly touch.

I picture you up there
On clouds like white cotton;
You may not be here,
But you're never forgotten.

I love you.

~ JamNbabe ~ Copyright 1/4/00