My Little One

Little heart beating softly,

Underneath my heart so safe;

But your life was not to be,

You had a different fate.

You left before I got to see,

The color of your eyes;

Before your fingers curled round mine,

Silently, you died.

I never got to smile at you,

Or nibble on your toes;

Never played peek-a-boo,

I never kissed your little nose.

I never sang a lullaby,

Or rocked you in the dark;

I never got to hear you laugh,

Or take you to the park.

You never got to sit by yourself,

And play with a favorite toy;

I never even got to know,

If you were a baby girl or boy.

I never got to watch with pride,

Your first wobbly little step;

Or feel your arms around my neck,

And your kisses soft and wet.

You never got a baby book,

Filled with memories so sweet;

A book that I could open,

And to baby days retreat.

God for reasons all His own,

Took you from my loving care;

But I know that you're with Him,

In that Land over there.

Someday I'll step on Heaven's shore,

Eternity begun;

But until that happy day arrives,

God, please hold my little one.

Artist David Bowman