Lullaby
He doesn’t like to see you cry
From somewhere, up there, in the sky...
Because he’s perfectly at peace
Upon the clouds on which he sleeps
And though it hurts his tiny heart
That he can’t be here in your arms
He doesn’t have to feel your touch
To know how deeply he is loved
And though he’s sad, his time was short
Right here with you, on Earth, of course
The power of his purpose shines
So far beyond the bounds of time
Not only as your cherished son
But as a special Guardian
Who’s watching every, single day
And guiding you, along the way...
From where, he’s sheltered from all harm
And resting safely in God’s arms...
And waiting patiently, on end
Till you can hold him, once again
But until then, no matter what-
He’ll be there, watching from above
And singing you, sweet lullabies
The every time he hears you cry:
“...Hush, little mommy, don’t be sad...
I love you dearly, you and dad...
And if you ask God why I’m gone...
He says, ‘cause I’m your Angel, Mom...”
Nothing seems more cruel to the human experience than the loss of a child. Whether a miscarriage or child who passed away, these precious souls left a mark. Their innocence is immortal- they left as pure as how they came. For that reason, what else could they be, but angels?
This poem honours them and the impact they had during their short stay in the physical realm.