Nickylin Donald Carrillo

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CLOUDS ALL SHAPES AND SIZES CARRY ON DRIFTING BY
I WATCH AS THEY SEEM TO FLOAT ALONG IN THE SKY
I THINK OF OUR ANGELS USING EACH CLOUD FOR A BED
AS THE LAY DOWN TO SLEEP TO REST THEIR HEAD
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SNUGGLING ON A FLUFFY SOFT CLOUD WHERE EACH ANGEL CAN SLEEP
THE LITTLE ANGELS STILL WAITING TO PLAY TRYING TO TAKE A PEEK
AFTER THE OLDER ANGELS HAVE TUCKED THEM IN FOR THE NIGHT
THEY WILL BE ALL COZY SLEEPING ON A CLOUD UNTIL THE DAWNS BRAND NEW LIGHT
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WHEN EACH ANGEL AWAKES THEY CAN FLUFF OUT THEIR WINGS AND FLY
RIGHT TO ANOTHER CLOUD EACH ONE FLYING SO HIGH
NO CLOUD SEEM TO LOOK THE SAME SIZE OR SHAPE
MAYBE THEY ARE ARE SOME THING ELSE THAT OUR ANGELS CAN MAKE
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TAKE TIME TO LOOK AT A CLOUD THE WAY SOME OF US DO
EACH ONE OF THEM SEEM TO BE ABLE CHANGE INTO SOME-THING THAT IS NEW
CLOUDS TAKE ON A NEW SHAPE NO TWO SEEM TO LOOK THE SAME
IT WOULD NOT SURPRISE ME IF OUR ANGELS USE THEM TO PLAY SOME KIND OF GAME...
copyright� Rosalind Roberts 10/8/2011

Little Children

October 5, 2011

Precious Child by Karen Taylor Good

In my dreams, you are alive and well
Precious child, precious child
In my mind, I see you clear as a bell
Precious child, precious child
In my soul, there is a hole
That can never be filled
But in my heart, there is hope
'Cause you are with me still

In my heart, you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left too soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart

In my plans, I was the first to leave
Precious child, precious child
But in this world, I was left here to grieve
Precious child, my precious child

In my soul, there is a hole
That can never be filled
But in my heart there is hope
And you are with me still

In my heart you live on
Always there, never gone
Precious child, you left too soon,
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart

God knows I want to hold you,
See you, touch you
And maybe there's a heaven
And someday I will again
Please know you are not forgotten until then

In my heart you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left too soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart

Caroline Ramshaw

May 12, 2010

To The Child In My Heart - by Unknown Author

Precious, tiny, sweet little one
You will always be to me.
So perfect, pure and innocent,
Just as you were meant to be.

We dreamed of you and your life
And all that it would be
We waited and longed for you
To come and join our family.

We never had the chance to play,
To laugh, to rock, to wiggle.
We long to hold you, touch you now
And listen to your giggle.

I'll always be your Mother,
He'll always be your Dad.
You'll always be our child,
The baby that we had.

You are gone, yet you are here,
We'll sense you everywhere
You are our sorrow and our joy,
There's love in every tear.

Just know our love goes deep and strong,
We'll forget you never!!!
The child we had, but never had,
And yet will have forever.

Joanne Mum To Alex And Ciara

March 13, 2010

a pomen from nickylin to his mammy and daddy

These are my tiny footprints, so perfect and so small.
These tiny footprints, never touched the ground at all.

Not one tiny footprint, for now I have my wings.
These tiny footprints were meant for other things.

You will hear my tiny footprints, in the patter of the rain.
Gentle drops like angel tears, of joy and not from pain.

You will see my tiny footprints, in each butterfly's lazy dance.
I'll let you know I'm with you, if you give me just a chance.

You will see my tiny footprints, in the rustle of the leaves.
I will whisper names into the wind, and call each one that grieves.

Most of all, these tiny footprints, are found in Mummy's heart
Because even though I'm gone now, we'll never truly part

Tracy Wright (A Fan)

December 13, 2008