By Patricia Salamone
Littlest angel ever so near
my heart is weeping, can you hear.
I held you in my arms
and felt your breath upon my cheek,
I gently kissed your face, you were just so weak.
Your little hand held mine, your face was so divine,
I looked into your eyes, you looked back into mine.
As your life ebbed away and the night turned to day I held you close to me,
you reached your tiny hand up and touched me with a sigh,
you smiled a little smile for me as if to say goodbye.
Littlest angel ever so near my heart is weeping, can you hear.