Oh, precious, silly little man
you fill my heart with cheer.
Your laughter and your chatter
sound like music to my ears.
I've missed the love and peacefulness
that only one's child can bring
and fill my soul with happiness
or make my spirit sing
Your dimples and your milk mustache,
your toussled, soft, brown hair,
your giggles and your nonsense songs
all have an angels flair.
Your pure, sweet heart is gentle
and your mind all free from care.
I pray that to God's arms you'll go
well through this life you'll fare
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I shudder at the thought of your
sweet countenance drawn low,
from Satan's grasp or life's hard floor
from which we often go.
You will be tossed and tested much
to learn from all life's lessons.
I hope your spirit will grow strong
to fight the dark depressions
That oft' tear hearts and bring down some
who in our previous life
were so courageous, brave and strong,
who now lie sinking, full of strife.
I want your life to always be
a life of joy and love.
I sometimes wish that life would give
you back to your Parents above.
I love you much. They love you more.
I try quite hard, but falter.
I pray my efforts are enough
to help you reach the alter
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And there with spouse and love grown full
you'll start a new journey
and have your own lil' angels
who will gather at your knee
And giggle, laugh, and spill their milk
and quiet never be,
and then as teens, maybe racked with guilt
they'll seek your sympathy.
I hope you'll be there, safe and strong
and quiet as they speak
and pour their hearts out to their dad,
his blessing there to seek.
Don't turn away, though anger might
within you start to grow.
Just show them kindness, light and love
Show them what Jesus showed.
Be good and kind and gentle, son,
and smile and sing your songs
because all dressed with darkness hung
'round features makes life long.
Work hard and teach them service,
From no calling should you shirk.
Help them to understand that joy
can come from good, hard work
Read to them, son, and give them time
and teach them to love and share.
Teach them to read, study line upon line.
And, please son, show them you care.
I love you, son. I want you to be
as happy as one can
and spend this time quite wisely
following Heavenly Father's plan.
Written by Mindy Mortensen
March 10, 1996 at 12:30 a.m.
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