Spirit Of A Child
A Mother holds her son close
to her chest.
Tears role down her cheek,
knowing he will be at rest.
Her son looks up at her sad
face, don't cry mom, I'm going
to a unpainful place, I won't suffer
anymore. As he said with his last
breath.
She rocks her son, his arm falls
to his side.
A warm glow passes over her
as his spirit lifts to the heavens
with the angels at his side.
Moms love is for eternety, not
just for awhile.
Love you son.
poem by Patricia Merritt
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