As the memories of you are swirling around my head
and my heart seems to stop for a second
I picture you cuddled in Gods arms
in the warmth and comfort they beckon
but, I must say I'm a little jealous of God
And he took you away too soon
But if it's going to make any
sense at all
It would be at Christmas time
with trees that blink and stars that shine
and babes all swaddled in mangers
and you.... my special little man
my precious Christmas Angel.
RIP BUDDAH....I LOVE YOU..