Carla Hardiman
With my deepest sympathy, I pray this poem inspired by you're sweet little boy brings some comfort and put a sweet smile in your heavy soul…………………………………………….. Fly Free Sweet Baby ____although his days here seemed far too few, we must never forget how that dimpled down smile tickled our hearts as frequent as the sweet morning dew, nor how his sky-touching squeal saturated our souls with such a joy-filled thrill! When the wind blows softly, know in your heart its your sweet baby boy touching your face and whispering words of peace to your pain to let you he is ok now and that only God could take your place…._