As I sit beside you and watch you sleep,
my thoughts of your passing make me weep.
My sweet little boy, I love you so,
it breaks my heart to let you go.
But go you must; it’s for the best,
your poor, tired body has earned its rest.
And though my heart is breaking now,
I WILL let you go; some way, some how.
I’ll try to remember the good times we’ve had,
when thoughts of your passing make me feel sad.
But one thing comforts me in my grief,
our reunion in heaven; that’s my belief.
God bless you and keep you, little baby man,
until we can be together again.
| Rosanne |