Avonte' Williams
August 16, 2001
~
October 14,2001

So Little Time,
So little time,
We had the good the bad,
The happy and sad
The endelss mother son love we shared
the tears of saddness never fade
The thought of one day seeing your face
Brighten my day,my world,
My all, my Angel Avonte'

Precious little child of mine,
You were my sweetest dream;
When you took your journey Home,
I wonder what was seen.

I knew the angels whispered,
From the look upon your face;
I knew that you were going,
To a restful, peaceful place.

And while my arms are empty,
My heart is filled with dreams;
Of you at peace in Heaven,
That place eyes have not seen.

So rest my child in God's safe arms,
Let angels kiss your face;
Till then, I hold you in my heart,
Till I meet you in that place.

Allison Chambers Coxsey
© 2002

God's Tiniest Angels

There was a meeting up in Heaven and the angels gathered round.
God spoke, “They will soon be coming. Let the trumpets sound.
Make way for my tiniest angels,” God said, “for they are almost here.
Watch over them; I must go now, and help dry their mothers’ tears.”

And so God went to His special place to hear the mothers pray,
Tears fell from His eyes as He listened to what they had to say.
The prayers were very different yet seemed to blend into one:
“You have my tiny angel, God, but my crying has just begun.”

“I’m human and I’m weak, God, and I don’t know what to do,
I need your love and strength, and your help to get me through.
Please allow me one more thing before I say ‘Amen’ and go,
I need to speak to my babies now, so my love they will always know.”

God gathered the tiniest angels in His arms so they could hear
Their earthly mothers speaking from their hearts, and through their tears.
From God’s eyes as well as the angel’s tears began to leak,
And the trumpets sounded in Heaven, as the mothers began to speak.

“I can’t hold you, I can’t see you, or count fingers and count toes,
Nor wrap you in a blanket, and kiss your little nose.
I’ll never feel your heartbeat as you lie against my chest,
But to question would be wrong, for God always does know best.”

“I’ll never hear ‘I love you,’ or ‘mommy read to me.’
It hurts so much to want you, knowing you weren’t meant to be.
Although you were taken from me you will always feel my love.
I know God will allow that in His kingdom up above.”

“Don’t be afraid my little ones, for you are in a special place.
And don’t worry about me; God will dry the tears upon my face.
He needed more tiny angels but we are never far apart.
You’re not in my arms, my little ones, but you’re forever in my heart.”

Then God spoke to the tiny angels and dried each little tear.
“Your mother isn’t with us now, but soon she will be here.
And when you reunite with her for all of Heaven to see,
She will hold you close and love you throughout eternity.”

By Millie Hutton, copyright 2003

In Loving Memory Of
Avonte'
Andrea is Avonte's Mom