This is a poem for a beautiful baby boy.
A boy who's first toy was a halo.
Learning to fly before he could walk.
He's gone but not forgotten at all.
He runs and plays in his mothers heart.
From there he will never part.
His mother throws him a birthday party every year.
While she sits and stares at his picture on the mirror.
There's no words for the pain she feels.
Dealing with the happiness life steals.
Yet each day she carries on with a smile.
Her love stronger then the Nile.
Here's to Micah Slatton a beautiful baby boy taken to soon.
Now running circles around the moon.
