I am the child

by Warren Fothergill

I am the child, that never became,

Celebrates no birthday and goes by what name?

I am the child that never will cry,

Can’t draw you a picture, or tell that white lie.

I am the child, who will not feel the rain,

Nor will never know pleasure and never know pain.

So many wishes, that can never be spoken,

I remember the sadness, when your hearts were broken.

I carried your tears on the wings of a dove,

By God I was taken to the heavens above.

I will always watch over you, from up in the sky,

Because that’s what I want, an angel am I.

Please light a new candle as the autumn leaves turn,

Let me stay in your thoughts, till the flame cannot burn.

In the wind and the rain of all your November’s,

I am the child I hope you always remember.