Tiny fingers, Tiny Toes, A perfect little buttons nose. The heartache felt, Nobody knows, Until the day you're gone. Those Gorgeous eyes, And precious feet, As if designed to quickly creep, Have left imprints, oh so deep, On the hearts of those you blessed. Dear child you are so loved, And in the arms of God above, only to visit on the wings of a dove, Until we one day meet again.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.