Evan's poem
An angel came to take you home that dark November morn,
Only four and one half months from the day that you were born
You're blue eyes now are closed in peaceful heavenly sleep
And we have only memories within our hearts to keep
We'll never know why God chose you, our precious baby boy
But long for the glorious day we unit in Heaven's joy!
Your dear sweet voice now sings the songs of praise to God in heaven
And we shall join you one fine day to never part again.
Until that day your memory will live forever more
And we will join in sweet embrace at Heaven's open door.
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