Son I touch your paintings hanging on the wall.
The hot tears begin to flow fast like a water fall.
For God's hands had gift wrap another baby boy
I secured you in a blanket as my new bundle of joy.
Oh what laughing eyes with that peak a boo smile.
I still hear your voice calling "MomĒ once in a while.
Your home coming to God is still so hard to understand.
As the angels quietly flew down to bring pain to an end.
I walk the floors to make sure you're really gone.
My mind plays back sometimes our nursery song.
Yet I cannot numb all the pain with time that I feel.
That brief moment I held you still seems so surreal.
Reggie rose to heaven to received his wings to fly.
I reminded God that was my angel too with a cry.
We said our goodbyes as the clay was swept away.
But yesterday returns the tears to blur another day.
You now behold the glory of God on the other side.
Jesus one day will wipe the tears that I have cried.
The memory of you lives inside your mother's heart.
God will reunite us all again with a brand new start.
Then a soft voice from heaven asks God once again.
Please reach down and squeeze my momma's hand.
The world would call this a young and untimely death.
God would reply this was His plan and a blessed event.