Small Bump

The happiness of creating a new life,
can be ripped away from your being with a knife.
The knife being wield by the hand of fate
Future now unknown all they can do is wait.

Just a purely innocent soul,
the idea of life can take its toll
The heavens needed another angel.
To guide his family with advice to tell.

This little solider was too precious for earth,
only good enough for one, his life had to much worth.
Occupied being gods little fighter,
compared to the other angels, he shone brighter

The mould of how perfect a child can be,
his untarnished body never left heaven for me.
His soulwill be forever cherished,
the thoughts of you will never be perished