Poems

I prayed wee Amy - dinna dee,

but Jesus took your hand from me.

I ken i'll always wonder why'

he suffers liitle ones to die.

 

Your dad and i were left to cry,

the time to heal went slowly by,

God took from us our precious gift, 

a hurt that time will never shift.

 

We know your not alone up there,

that thoughts is one we could not bear,

GOD suffers many little children,

to go and stay with HIM in HEAVEN.

 

Your dad and I with two boys,

have had so many wondrous joys,

but always in our hearts a place

for you sweetheart we keep a space.....

Tam Urquhart