Merry Christmas, little one,
May you sleep and rest.
Until sometime later
on,
You're in my treasure
chest.
When I cross the great
divide,
And approach the open
door,
I'll search until I find you,
Then we'll go out no more.
(c) copyright heather burns
This poem is for our little one,
boy. Someday we will get to see
him again,
Here for a short stay,
God called him away.
I bought a new toy,
for our favorite
little boy.
Sleep in peace, baby
boy.
a great tribute to litle one..means you care for your sweet ones and sure I m included in your family too being a sweet old child.. its really a good poem and shows your heart open with heartiest love..