“I’m looking down from Heaven, Mommy, and I don’t like to see you cry.

I remember how you loved me, I did not want to say goodbye.

I don’t ever get very lonely. At night, Jesus rocks me to sleep.

I play with the other little angels, from cloud to cloud we leap.

There’s a new little angel here, his mommy is very sad.

Her heart is surely broken, and like you, she hurts so bad.

Could you do something for me, Mommy? If it’s not too much to ask.

You were always so kind and gentle to me, so I know you are up to the task.

You see, I’m trying to help this little angel, he misses his mommy so.

And as we look down together from Heaven, there’s something you should know.

We will soon be all together, but there’s time to pass til then.

Could you hold her just a little while & try to be her friend?

We don’t like to see you crying, up here in Angel Land.

So instead of pointing fingers, could you please just take her hand?

It will make us both feel better, as we look from up above;

If you are holding each other up, and remembering us with love.”