You wings were strong.
We weren’t ready for you to be gone.
There was much we had planned.
To see your first smile.
To hear your first laugh.
See you take your first steps.
Holding close from the nightmares.
We weren’t ready to let you go.
We wanted to hold you so.
Smell your hair
Hold your hand.
We just don’t understand.
We will cry.
We will break
We’ll scream
We’ll ache.
We guess some angels were never meant to touch the ground.