This is a poem about my son that I miscarried in 2003. |
My Little Angel The day you left us, I knew heaven Had recieved another angel. I couldn't see the angel's faces, But I knew that they were singing your Praises. You were the one who they concentrated On, as you left your body of flesh and bones. I can just imagine your celestial body, as It shines in the midst of God and leaving Your terrestrial body. I know you have recieved a robe and a crown, And living in the mansions of heaven where Peace, love and joy abounds and where I know You're safe and sound. I know that now you're getting to live a life of Love and pure delight and I know it all started When you took your precious flight. I can imagine you talking with the King, And how He's hearing your sweet voice Sing. I know that you're now laying golden crowns at The feet of God, wandering around heaven and Never having to rest somewhere under a sod. I know that you have recieved your new name in A polished rock that you won't have to put in a Safe and lock. Your new name is just for you, that God Carved Himself, that's holy and true. You never got to know how precious You were to me and how my love for you is as vast as the sea. I take the memories of you with me in Everywhere I go and in everything I see. You never got to meet your daddy who Loves you too, and would give anything Just to be able to hold you. But, I take good courage that we will meet Again someday, in heaven we're we'll forever Stay. In Memory of our son, Isaiah Lee Hill July 25, 2003-July 25, 2003 |