Broomball Victory

Glad to see you are all well. My prayers to the paertns of the little angel who passed. My best friend lost her baby when he was only 5 months, he was on his grandma's bed sleeping and when they went to get him him had rolled in between the headboard and the wall. He suffocated. There was no viewing but the funeral was so sad. My daughter was there because the grandma babysat for me and her grandkids. I stayed by my friends side as much as I could. I knew she didnt want to be alone .. and I saw your poem and I also write them I though I would share with you..Gods Little Angel Our Little BoyOur Hearts Filled With SadnessGods Heart Filled with JoyWe Will Never Know The AnswerWe Can Only Ask WhyWe Can Sit, We Can WonderWe Can Be Lost, We Can CryWe Can Remember His LaughOr Even His SmileOr Maybe We'll WantTo Hold Him AwhileRemember His EyesThe Way They Would GlowOr The Way He Would TwitchWhen You Would Tickle His ToeHis Cute little Cheeks So Chunky And RoundOr The Way He Was StartingTo Roll On The Ground It Just Isn't FairWhen Life Ends That WaySo Random, So ShortSo Unexpected One DayThe Tomorrow's Will ComeAnd Then They Will GoOur Strength And Our CourageForever Will GrowThe Memories Are Forever,The Sadness Will Always Be GOD HOLD HIM CLOSEUNTIL AGAIN HE IS WITH ME! By Bridgett Cunningham