My Baby Larry Died

My Baby Larry Died

I cried and cried and cried.

He was seven months

The funeral was on my birthday.

I was twenty.

Part of me had died.

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take.

I wanted to die

So I could hold him once again

I sobbed myself to sleep

And saw the stairway

Going up as high as I could see

Angels lined both sides and

Beckoned me.

The light was blinding

As I stepped half way

I heard a tiny voice

call Mommy., Mommy

My two year old awoke

and called me from my dream

and I screamed No, I cannot go

and out of bed I jumped, shaking

head to toe.

I gathered my son into my arms

He asked, "why you cry, Mommy?"

Because I love you so, said I.

He hugged me and I knew

I must stay and work this through

But I never forgot those stairs

and the peace that drew

Me towards my Savior

Now the angels beckon me again.

and no one calls.

Kesti©2010