Written for Keegan D, who didn’t make it through the conception to birth process alive. I am looking forward to meeting you someday.

I’ll hold you in Heaven.
I’ll hold you in Heaven.

Down here on earth
I’ve never seen you smile,
I’ve never heard you laugh,
or held your hand in mine.

Your fingers weren’t so perfect
I cried to see them grown.
Your hair was never tangled,
as if it didn’t know a comb.
I never changed your diaper
or sang you back to sleep
and when I think of all the things
I’ve never done
I only want to weep.

I’ll hold you in Heaven.
I know it’s really true.
And when I get to Heaven
I’ll know it’s really you.

Up there in Heaven
I will see you smile;
I will hear your laughter
as you put your hand in mind.
Your fingers will be perfect
even though they’ll be full grown
and your hair, it will be beautiful.
In Heaven, who needs a comb?

I’ll never change your diaper
or sing you back to sleep,
but when I think of all we’ll do together there
I can only weep.

I’ll hold you in Heaven,
I’ll hold you in Heaven,
I’ll hold you in Heaven,
in Heaven itself someday.

Rest in Peace, 1999