Don't let them say I wasn't born,
That something stopped my heart.
I felt each tender squeeze you gave.
I've loved you from the start.
Although my body you can't hold,
It doesn't mean I'm gone.
This world was wortly not of me.
God chose that I move on.
I know the pain that drowns your soul,
What you are forced to face.
You have my word,
I'll find your arms,
Someday we will embrace.
You'll hear that it was "meant to be"
"god doesn't make mistakes".
But that won't soften your worst blow,
Or make your heart not ache.
I'm watching over all you do,
Another child, you'll bear.
Believe me when I say to you
That I am always there.
There will come a time,
I promise you,
When you will hold my hand,
Stroke my face and kiss my lips,
And then you'll understand.
Although I've never breathed your air,
Or gazed into your eyes,
That doesn't mean I never "was"
An Angel never dies.
By: Theresa Britt