Child Of The Past
my little boy,
He never got to play with toys,
a bike or see a plane,
Or even hear me call his name.
here for just a short time,
That precious little boy of mine.
got to hold him and he never knew,
How very much I wanted to.
precious little boy, if I could talk to you,
And tell you all the things I wanted to,
I'd hold your tiny loving hands and
tell you, you'll always be your mama's little man.
loving memory of my son
Michael Paul Moon
12/15/73 - 12/15/73
Gone but never forgotten