The Littlest Angel
In Memory of Tommy 8/9/89-8/15/92

His eyes, so innocent, his mind, so fresh,
His heart, so worthy, so fair was his flesh.
His virgin body, and tiny hands, his delicate lips
On which his smile stands.
His rosy cheeks and long blonde tail,
His pattering feet and bones so frail.
His soul that lives on,
His soul that is free,
Heaven is waiting and he has the key.
His wandering fingers and wiggling toes,
Will no longer move till upstairs he goes.
A place where he's safe, a place where he's free,
A permanent home to which he has the key.
Not everyone goes there, just those of good heart.
Those who just finish and those who just start.
M S Loges
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