Cole Michael Dawson
December 6th 1995
Anencephaly
HE"S STILL MY SON
A year has gone by
Did you know he turned one?
Although you can't see him
He's still MY son.
Its Christmas time again
He would have had such fun.
Although you can't touch him
He's still MY son.
By now he'd be walking
With his sisters, he'd run.
Although you can't hear him.
He's still MY son.
I carry him with me
His life is not done.
Each day My heart feels him
FOREVER, MY SON.
Author Unknown
Little Angels
When GOD calls little children
to dwell with him above
We mortals sometimes question
the wisdom of HIS love.
For no heartache compares with
the death of one small child,
Who does so much to make our world
seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps GOD tires of calling
the aged to HIS fold,
So HE picks a rosebud
before it can grow old.
GOD knows how much we need them
and so HE takes but just a few
To make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
still sometimes we must try.
The saddest word mankind has known
will always be "good-bye."
So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind.
Must realize GOD loves children
Angels are hard to find.
Author Unknown.
Read at Cole's Funeral
In a baby castle, just beyond my eye.
My baby plays with Angel toys, that money cannot buy.
Who am I to wish you back into this world of strife?
No- play on my baby - You have eternal life.
At night when all is silent, and sleep forsakes my eyes.
I'll hear your tiny footsteps come running to my side.
Your little hands caress me, so tenderly and sweet
I'll breathe a prayer and close my eyes
and embrace you in my sleep.
Now I have a treasure that I rate above all others.
I have known true glory,
for I am still you Mother.
Author Unknown
