The smallest coffins are the heaviest.
Small heart flutter softly
Taken from me rather awfully
I barely knew you, sweet child of mine
A scant few weeks for the fruit of my vine
But although now to heaven sent
My love for you was not needlessly spent
I gave you a name and dreamed your future
And now over this broken heart I’ll need a suture
They called you stillborn but that’s a lie
You were simply an angel who still wished to fly
One day I know you’ll return to me
And from my womb I’ll set you properly free
Until that day when we are met
I’ll tell myself, not just yet
For this parting is indeed quite sad
And I know for a while I’ll be quite mad
But my darling love it’s only a while
Until I finally get to see you smile
So fly free my angel, be filled with mirth
And look forward to your eventual birth!
Thank you for listening.