Day Thirteen

The first day, God sent you our way.
So small, so precious, more beautiful then words could say.

We got so little time to spend,
hoping each moment would never end.

We love you more than we could show,
more than you could know.

We sit, we think, we wonder why,
why he took you up in the sky.

We're mad, and sad, and think he's mean,
for taking you after only day thirteen.

My sister wrote this, when our baby cousin died earlyer this year.