Are there rocking chairs in Heaven
where little babies go?
Do the angels hold you closely
and rock you to and fro?
Do they talk silly baby talk
to get a smile or two,
and sing the sleepy lullabies
I used to sing to you?
My heart is aching for you,
my angel child so dear.
You brought such joy into my life
the short time you were here.
I know you’re in a happy place
and in God’s loving care.
I dream each night I’m rocking you
in Heaven’s rocking chair.
A beautiful funeral poem about coming to terms with death at the end of life.
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