She prays for his future, That he has a good life, She prays that his day, Will go with out strife.

She picks up the phone, Then statrs to cry, As the young doctor tells her, That her baby will die.

He has a lump in his brain, Which can't be removed, And trouble with his heart, That just can't be soothed.

She hangs up the phone, And goes to the closet, Pulling out a gun, She puts it in her pocket.

Later that evening, The boy was found dead, A bullet through his heart, And one through his head.

-> This poem is not meant to be cruel...please do not takeit in a distructive way.

I am not gone,
I'm here with you,
I am here by your side,
Whatever you do,
I am so very alive,
Because I live in your heart,
Though my body can't be with  you,
Our souls will never part,
From Heaven I am watching,
And smiling down on you,
Now you have an angel,
I will always help you through,
You will see my face,
When you look into the sky,
My kiss is the spring breeze,
That dries the tears from your eyes,
I have lived my life,
Now go on and live yours,
And when the time is right,
We will meet at Heaven's doors,
I am Heaven's angel,
And you are my wings,
Together we will fly,
And conquer what life brings.