A precious little angel,
to whom I did not say goodbye,
when god came that day and took you,
to be a little angel up high
I often wonder what you look like,
your hair is it blonde or black,
your tiny little hands and feet,
dear god I want him back,
My life has a missing piece now,
I feel so empty, and oh So blue,
since that day god came and took you
where I had three kids,
and he left me with two,
and again he came for my father,
I realise these things he must do,
I have dreamt of you both together
he took my father to look after you,
so take little one
I will see you again someday
when your standing at those gates with Grandad
you'll know mummy's on her way
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