God,s Littlest Angel

A poem about my brother and his wife loseing their son at birth.

Mommy and Daddy don't cry for me.
To walk the earth was not meant to be.
I'm in God's house you see.

You wanted me to be healthy and whole,
so you had to let me go.

You will get to see me everyday, as you
look at the children who past your way.
I may be the little boy with the dimpel
in his chin, or the little girl with the
golden curl.

You will know what you did was right,
because when you look in the sky on a
star filled night, I will be the star
that is shining so bright.
I love you mommy and daddy good night