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I wrote this poem for my son who died when he was 3 and a half mounths old |
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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 because 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 kisses just from me. RIP WILLIE by,HELEN MARIE HAWKINS |
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