a POEM to KARL RYAN

My Little Angel

I brought a few things today to lie upon your grave.

I brought the book that you loved so much. Yeah that one,

about the little choo-choo train that just wouldn't give up.

I also stitched your 'blankie' for those nights with a chill.

The one you snuggled with when we learned you had fallen ill.

I know, I know you don't like to see mommy cry.

But it hurts so bad not to look into those big brown eyes.

I actually came here to tell you about a dream I had last night-

you were there. I reached out and touched you, ran my fingers through your hair.

I held you close and laughed with you for a bit.

Even told you "NO" and tried not to laugh as you threw one of your little fits.

When I began to realize it was only a dream,

I clenched my eyes together not wanting to awake.

Wondering why it was 'You' God decided he must take.

I know, I know, I shouldn't question God's works,

as he seems to do them in mysterious ways.

But sometimes I wonder how I will make it through the next of my given days.

Never to hear your little laugh again.

Not to see you grow and make a world of friends.

Not to see you marry, or graduate from school.

Not to argue with you over what's right versus what's 'Cool'.

You will always be my baby, and I will always think about you day and night.

Imagining you dancing with the angels, Oh, what a wonderful sight!

Knowing the heavens opened wide to let you in,

and imagining in heaven you have made a world of friends.

Well, it is about time for me to go.

Just thought I would stop by for a moment or so;

To remind myself that you are always here, even though you are up there.

And to remind you that you are always My Little Angel.