Guy David's Freedom

Beneath the golden rain tree
lies in peaceful slumber there,
a fair faced youth with eyes of blue,
who sleeps without a care.

On gossimer wings he laughs and sings
of a life never meant to last.
There wrapped in his dreams he accomplishes
things, that should have come to pass.


( This was written for my brother who died at birth.
A life lived in heaven accomplishing all the
things he was meant to do.)

Shirley Cochran-Walls