Ode To Baby Boy
Precious Little Baby,
Not Yet Born.
Passes Before He's
Given
A Chance To See
The World.
Mother's Heart
Torn Open,
The Many Tears
She Cries.
Yet She Has
Come To Terms
With The Loss Of
Baby Boy.
I'm Sure That Our
Lord Jesus
Has Taken This
Baby Boy,
For He Has Got
Good Reason
For Him To Not Be
Born.
I Hope That Baby
Boy
Knows He Will Be
Missed.
He'll Look Down From
Heaven
And See The Tears
His Family's Shed.
This Baby Boy, You
See, Will Never Have
The "Firsts".
The Many Firsts That
Come
With Each Year Of
His Life:
No First Baby Tears.
No First Baby Years.
No First Baby Steps.
No First Baby Words.
Goodbye My Precious
Nephew,
I Will Not Forget,
The Anticipation That
I Felt,
While Waiting For Your
Birth.
You're In A Better Place
Now.
And You'll See What
Heaven's Worth.
The Beauty Which
Surrounds You.
And The Overwhelming
Love.
The Good Lord Who
Created You,
Will Hold You In His Arms.
He'll Embrace You And
Protect You.
And Make Sure You're
Not Forgotten.
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