This evening’s edition of A FLat Major goes out to my Uncle Peter and our unborn child who have both sadly passed in the last month.
We walked along a meandering stream
I took your little hand in mine
Here along the stream there was nothing to confine
No earthly limits to set aside or sigh over
I got to hold you in my arms
Because after all, you were mine.
But things aren’t always what they seem
Sometimes events just aren’t meant to be
We must sometimes let go of what we dream
And with this our dream disappears.
Oh little child tender and small,
How glad I am that we had you at all
The brief fleeting moment of joy
Knowing you will always be apart of us.
The day that I heard, you appeared in my dreams
Nonno was there to guide you home
Little child that we never knew
Not yet born, forever in our hearts
(C) Christopher McLeod 08-05-2012