Nicholas

Who was little Nicholas:
And what was he to me?
He would have been my grandson:
But never got to be.

When God decided to take you:
And live with Him up there,
Everyone said "It's for the best."
They really didn't care.

God decided to take you to Heaven;
Just two months before you'd be born.
I was looking forward to knowing you;
But now, I'm left to mourn.

I think about you often;
You're tucked down deep inside.
Along with many other feelings;
That I am forced to hide.

I know I'll always miss you;
And think of you now and then;
And wonder who you looked like;
And who you would have been.

I know you're happy where you are;
And looking down on me.
Cause you're my "Little Angel";
That wasn't meant to be.

© Betty Hawkins 2003

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