Poetry for lost loved ones.
 

Danny Jr.



A very young boy died in his sleep

Causing his parents and friends to weep

They looked to the heavens for answers above

The only reply, a single white dove



Higher and higher, the dove it did soar

Into the heavens to be seen no more

The message came clear to all on the land

This special young boy sits at God's right hand



He smiles down at Mommy and Daddy below

At the efforts they make to help others grow

He wishes to tell them, he suffers no more

And inspires this poem to open the door



The sign that God sent, a dove pure white

To tell them stop weeping, give up their fright

Danny rests with the angels and God up above

His soul borne to Heaven, on the wings of a dove



Uncle "T"

(Inspired by Danny Jr)

October 15, 2002

©2002 Cyril A. Kirkland

Angel Wings

In memory of Daniel E. Wader Jr., the lilttle boy who loved life so much now lives on in our hearts forever.



I walk the streets of heaven

While Jesus holds my hand

We walk amongst crowds of children

In this perfect land

Safe from pain and grief

Death already beaten

I look down upon you

From the skies of heaven

I didn't chose to live or die

I hope you'll one day see

My death was part

Of God's big plan

For he chose me to be

An angel up in heaven

That's where I am today

god wanted me home

So he sent me up his way

Please forgive my death so young

I know it doesn't seem fair

The Epilepsy took my life

But, mommy don't despair

I didn't leave you behind

I know that's hard to see

Look deep down in your hearts

That's where I'll always be

When you feel like crying

Shed no more tears for me

Cause now I have my angel wings

And Jesus here with me

-Nicole Henry