Heavenly Father, hear my plea, A grief-stricken heart, a soul’s dark sea. My son, so small, yet oh so dear, Taken from me, leaving only tears.

In your divine plan, I search for clue, Why this tiny life, so brief, anew? A spark of hope, extinguished fast, Leaving me with questions that will forever last.

I remember the joy, the anticipation, The dreams I built, the future’s foundation. A father’s love, so pure and true, Cut short, leaving only sorrow anew.

Oh, God, I ask, why must it be? Why take this life, so full of glee? Was his purpose fulfilled, though brief? Or was it merely a divine relief?

In your wisdom, you see what’s unseen, The threads of fate, the tapestry serene. Help me trust, though darkness reigns, That your love remains, through joy and pains.

My son, though still, your memory stays, A bittersweet reminder of life’s fragile ways. I’ll hold on tight to every moment shared, And cherish the love our bond has bared.

In heaven’s nursery, I envision you, A precious soul, with angels anew. Watching over me, with loving gaze, Guiding me through life’s maze.

Heavenly Father, comfort me, A grieving heart, a soul’s plea. Help me find solace in your love, And in your plan, sent from above.