Rest, my sweet baby, ‘neath your blanket of white
as millions of snowflakes dance in the night.

Don’t fear the darkness that now does surround
for only your body rests here in the ground.

Your spirit has risen to the Heavens above—
Softly the Angels rock your cradle of love.

The Master will watch close over you now,
He and I understand—I made a vow,

To return you to Him if He should but call—
I adored you a short time—He called you this fall.

So, sleep baby sleep—rest in His arms
for there, my sweet baby, you’ll come to no harm.

As snow flutters down, and covers your grave,
somehow I take comfort, and try to be brave,

For the Lord made a promise—in spiritual form,
‘neath His snowy blanket, you’ll always be warm.


Tamara Hillman
 ©2010