• The child was born ....a rainy day. but this angel face made the clouds fade away. A smile caressing the world and heavens above... an angel with a face as lovly as a dove. Such a face that cause me so much pain.. as he didnt breathe a breath. my angel was floating to heaven never to wake. So i cryed my tears into the sadness lake. My baby boy such a saint that my one memorie of him is faint. He never lived though out of the womb no craddle instead a coffin. the doctor said it was to late and my angel floating to heaven was by fate. There they lay my angel to rest. My beautiful child i beleave its for the best. So now my angel is in gods hands because it was never ment to be my gabrel is now a faint memorie. Goodnight my angel ..my child ... my saint


    By: Mist