This was a poem I wrote the day Nickolas would’ve been six months old.

You Are So Loved & Precious To Me,
6 Months You Would’ve Been.
Now I Lay Here All Alone,
Wishing I Could Have You All As My Own.

An Angel You Were Meant To Be,
Sent Up To God To Go Be Free.
Although I Mourn & Cry A Lot,
I’m Glad You’re Safe, That Much I’ve Got.

Forever I Will Long To Be With You,
& Do The Things That Moms Should Do.
Don’t Cry My Darling It Wont Be Long,
I Will Comfort You & Sing You A Song.

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