Please forgive me for not speaking, but I know you'll understand,
God came into my life and took "My Little Man"
The smiling face that greets me when he comes home each day from school,
The one who gives me great big hugs and says "Mom, I love you"
The one who I depend on to get me through the day,
When things get rough and sometimes, blue skies seem so grey.
He was just a little tot, so happy and carefree,
I find myself keep asking God "Why did you take my son from me?"
He was my special little angel, you couldn't possibly need more,
Now I sit here just waiting for him to walk through the door.
The house is "oh, so quiet" for he gave it so much joy,
God please send "My Nick" back to me, he was just a little boy.
They say he's in a better place and surely is at rest,
The only comfort that I have is I know you only pick "the best"
So please take care of "My Nick" and love him like I do,
because if he can't be with me, then I'm thankful he's with you.

Copyright © 2001 Donna Rauch. All rights reserved.

Comments (1)

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written by Leigh, June 23, 2008

Oh My God, How Beautiful. My son was only two years old when he died. You have said exactly how I felt when he died and how I still feel today, 25 years later.