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Safe In Heaven


Your soft tiny hands,

Your soft tiny feet,

Your cute baby face,

No one can ever compete.

 

Those cute tears that rolls down

Your beautiful plump cheeks

When you let out cries.

I don't want you to leave,

And I know you don't want to too.

But deep down it hurts to know it's time to let you go,

You will no longer suffer.

 

The clock is ticking,

Visiting hours are long overdue,

Holding onto your tiny little finger one last time,

In hopes you will no longer suffer.

 

I must be strong,

I must be brave,

For you will be in heaven,

I know you will be safe.

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