Sweet dreams baby boy up in the sky.
Once a living thing,
and now a dead soul.
Sweet dreams baby boy.
Supposed to be a brother,
but now a living memory.
Sweet dreams little one,
and may you rest in piece
and stay forever in our hearts.
R.I.P. Baby brother Joseph Patrick Mattison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem