Percy

?Request from a Mother I was requested by a mother of a deceased child to write a poem for her. Here it is. She cried until she finally got it all out of her system after reading my poem she said. Outside there may be much bad weather; I will gather up all of his things together; Put them in room like he used to have them all; Little Jimmy never grew up to be very tall. Mom put things in his room and said, "I will lay across his comfortable bed And before twilight comes and nears Will fill his bed up with all my tears. She hugged his pillow and cried and cried; Why is it that my sweet Jimmy had died As she saw dawn again begin to break Quickly arose after being wide awake. A folded letter was lying on his bed Started reading and here is what it said: "To me, you were lovely and always dear Next to you forever wanted to be near." Letter was written only to be read by you I'm sure about my life you already knew I am here in heaven just God and me And pretty soon His Son I shall see. Arrange my room for some little boy Who will truly love and thoroughly enjoy It may be a cute, gorgeous girl instead Who each day will be making up my bed. She does like dolls, necklace and a ring Every morning a song will start to sing: "Love my new room so nice and grand For me the fairest in all of the land." Angels flew all around and high up here; One time a lovely one was close and near; Stroked fine feathers saving one for me Which is the lock of hair you now do see. I am still vey short and body is thin And God gives me a great big grin God's son Jesus is coming to supper; After will have to brush lower and supper. Ever again, I won't hurt anymore Body no longer will ache or be sore Was taken to heaven by an angel of mercy; And to think, they almost named me Percy. James Serious Mysterious Horn Retired Veteran