For Baby Sharp

We miss you loads, though we never met you...

These are my footprints,
So perfect and so small.
These tiny footprints,
Never touched the ground at all.

Not one tiny footprint,
For now I have my wings.
These tiny footprints were meant,
For other things.

You will hear my tiny footprints,
In the patter of the rain.
Gentle drops like angel's tears,
Of joy and not from pain.

These tiny footprints,
Are found on mammy's heart.
'Cause even though I'm gone now,
We'll never truly part.