Death of a Child by: Sandy Eakle / Nancy Snith (mother)
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 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.
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