June, 2007 - Poem #2 from the funeral

In a baby castle, just beyond our eyes,

Our baby plays with angel toys that money cannot buy.

Who are we, to wish that you had known this world of strife?

Now, play on, our Baby, you have eternal life.

At night, when all is silent and sleep forsakes our eyes,

We'll hear your tiny footsteps come running to our side.

Your little hands caress us, so tenderly and sweet,

We'll breathe a prayer and close our eyes

And embrace you in our sleep.

Feelings we will treasure,

Sometimes they'll make us sad,

Because, our little Baby

We are still your Mom and Dad.