I do not wish for my donation to appear on the memory wall.
Every little life matters and deserves to be celebrated
A poem for my son Titaha:
Like an angle that fell down from above
Or an injured bird with a broken wing
A gentle kind little man
With a soul full of love
He never asked for anything
Or caused any kind of fuss
He was only small but loved us all
So keep in mind if you can
Maybe he knew for us
If our baby flew high up into the sky
He can live on through his song
It's true we had to say goodbye
We don't know why but he'll never be too far away
Forever he will stay in our hearts
Our clever man who had to go
But we won't really be apart
Because although he may be in the sky
Hims smile will never die
Or an injured bird with a broken wing
A gentle kind little man
With a soul full of love
He never asked for anything
Or caused any kind of fuss
He was only small but loved us all
So keep in mind if you can
Maybe he knew for us
If our baby flew high up into the sky
He can live on through his song
It's true we had to say goodbye
We don't know why but he'll never be too far away
Forever he will stay in our hearts
Our clever man who had to go
But we won't really be apart
Because although he may be in the sky
Hims smile will never die
