The infant days are past, And baby boys must grow. They learn to sit, and then to stand, Too soon they all let go. But do they grow in heaven Lord? If only I could see... For if they do, my little boy, Today, is turning four. In my heart I see him there, Playing on a cloud. He's with his little angel friends, Together they are proud! Angel cake & white ice-cream, Is served for all around... He sits upon, Jesus' lap, With all His love abound. They laugh and run, and dance and play, Amongst a billowy field. Together there, they hurt no more ...their little hearts are healed. The tubes and wires, tapes & blisters, They're no longer there. No more poking, no more prodding, Winds of love, blow through his hair. From infant to this little boy, How fast the time went by. Some days it seemed, the world stood still, At times, it seemed to fly. Today, as four years past, Alone, we'll spend in thought. We'll celebrate a life that was, And share what all he's taught. The bond that links us with this child, Too strong to ever sway. In our hearts & in our dreams, He's never far away... Love always little one Mummy,Daddy & your little Sister xxxxxx