Isabela' Song

It heartbreaking expression of the loss of a child.

Precious child,

so innocent and mild.

 

Never in these arms,

shall you fall asleep.

It is for this reason

that Daddy must sit here and weep.

 

A vision of hope,

for so many years.

Now only a memory,

that brings me to tears.

 

Those tiny fingers,

never shall play.

Nor will those soft hands,

ever fold to pray.

 

Oh God,

that guilt I harbor in my soul.

A gut wrenching horror,

never foretold.

 

Precious child,

so innocent and mild.

 

No little feet pitter pattering

up and down the hall.

Oh, you never had a chance

before your call.

 

Big brown eyes,

drawn in sleep.

As I dream of the nights,

we could've counted sheep.

 

Baby cries,

in the middle of the night.

They never came,

but would've been a welcome sight.

 

My little angel,

precious dear.

I shall never forget you,

throughout the years.

 

So precious are you my child,

so innocent and mild.

 

So as you walk,

Heavens peaceful shores.

Send angels,

to comfort Daddy forevermore.

 

May you always,

be a light,

to those in need,

in the darkest of night.

 

With those angelic,

little wings,

I pray,

that it is hope you bring.

 

As I lay here,

to rest.

Beneath the singing

Robins nest.

 

Isabela your song,

is the chorus they sing.

For it is love,

that the cherubs bring.