Kyle
Nephews come and go as they please, but do not always go with pleasure.
For when my first nephew is born, he is dead.
It's hard on all to face.
With no luck at all, we bury you without a trace.
In a box you lie with dirt covering over your sweet bloody face.
For your feet so calmly small.
Toe prints facing towards the sky.
Although we all hated to see you go,
I guess it was God that wanted to say hello.
Your mom so young and much to learn, with none to teach you,
she will let go.
Without a guide to lead you, you leave so gradually slow.
Up in heaven you will await, for family and friends to come and go.
Family to come to the heavens above, for you wait at the bottom, or somewhere in between, but not for some time will you go above.
When mother comes and father befollows, you may go to heavens gate, and await some more.
It's hard on all to face.
With no luck at all, we bury you without a trace.
In a box you lie with dirt covering over your sweet bloody face.
For your feet so calmly small.
Toe prints facing towards the sky.
Although we all hated to see you go,
I guess it was God that wanted to say hello.
Your mom so young and much to learn, with none to teach you,
she will let go.
Without a guide to lead you, you leave so gradually slow.
Up in heaven you will await, for family and friends to come and go.
Family to come to the heavens above, for you wait at the bottom, or somewhere in between, but not for some time will you go above.
When mother comes and father befollows, you may go to heavens gate, and await some more.
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