When Angels come to take the Lord's youngest children home, you can hear Heaven's Chorus singing within the wind. They welcome them home to be with the Father for a life that sees no end. The eternity that lies behind Heaven's Gates shall continue to help them grow. But they always return one last time to let those who care for them know that they are safe, they are home. The Father has them within His warm embrace. Remember the joy and love they brought to your life, so wipe the tears from your face. They may be gone, but not forgotten, so they will always continue to be there. So if you listen closely to the world, they still say, "I love you" when the breeze flows through the air.
Reason for writing:
This poem is dedicated to the memory of my lost son Christopher J'wan David Thomas. Eternity truly is yours. I love you and miss you with everything I am.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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