In a baby castle,    
                                                                        

                                                         my baby plays with angels’ toys, 


                                                              which money cannot buy,


                                                            who  am I to wish him back, 


                                                             into this world of strife? 


                                                         no, play on my darling baby, 


                                                                for you have eternal life.

                                                                            

                                                            At night when all is silent 


                                                           and sleep forsakes my eyes, 

                                                           i call for Craig ,so   softly


                                                       and he’ll be there by my side. 


                                                         His little hands caress me, 


                                                              so tenderly and sweet, 


                                                                  I breathe a prayer 


                                                                   


                                                              and close my eyes 


                                                       and cuddle him in my sleep. 


                                                                      

                                                      Now I have had a treasure

                                                      that I rate above all other, 

                                                                   
                                  
                                                                                                                     I will always love him, 
             


                                                                                                                  for I am still his mother 

    
                                   





                                                                          

It must be very difficult
to be a man in grief
since "men don't cry " and "men are strong"
no tears can bring relief



It must be very difficult
to stand up to the test
and Field calls and visitors
so that she can get some rest

They always ask if she's alright
and what shes going through
but seldom take his own handand ask
"My friend,how are you ? "



He hears her cry in the night
and thinks his heart will break
he dries her tears and comforts her
but " Stays strong " for her sake



It must be very difficult 
to start each day anew
and try to be so very brave
Because he lost his little boy too.