Poem 

Sorry I didn’t get to stay,
To laugh and let you watch me play.
I know you need me by your side,
I’m sorry that I had to die.
I’m gone but please look up and see,
There’s a beautiful God right next to me.
God didn’t take me because he was mad,
God didn’t take me to make you sad.
But to give us both a chance to be,
A love so precious can’t you see?
Up here no trouble do I see,
And pretty angels sing to me.
The streets are gold where I play,
You’ll come to be with me some day.
Until the day you join me here,
I’ll love you deeply and I’ll be near.
Each breeze you feel and stars you see,
Bring hugs and kisses just from me.

4 thoughts on “Poem 

  1. I am really saddened to hear of Ethan’s passing, but relieved that his is no longer in pain. Several months ago, I watched your agonizing yet extremely loving youtube video chronicling Ethan’s care. I was moved to tears. I don’t know how I came across your story back then, but you have been heavy on my mind and heart the past few days. I spent a little time searching online and finally found your blog again. Seeing this poem as the latest post on your blog hit me hard. I am very thankful for your faith in Jesus and the hope you have of Ethan being in the arms of Jesus, healed and completely pain free. Your story of love, tenderness, and compassion as you lovingly and carefully cared for Ethan’s skin is very inspiring. God Bless you and your family.

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  2. My heart hurts reading this.. I’m so sorry for you loss.. I pray every day that my little girl is okay. I don’t know how you did it but all I can do is try nd be strong.. my heart goes out to u

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