My heart is broken, yet my hands are held high, because I know this isn't goodbye.

I'll see you again when my time on earth does end.

You'll be in heaven, and I'll hold you then.

I'll kiss your soft face and sing you lullaby songs, the little things I've dreamt of all along.

You are my baby and always will be, I miss you one-hundred and one times three. 

Your daddy is broken, his boy no longer here. He wished he could of shown you how to shoot your first deer.

His sadness is apparent, his heart is broke in two. He loved you before even ever knowing you.

-Lauren Fuquay