The Last Time I Wiped Your Little Nose

I’ll never forget the very last time; I wiped your little nose;

You were laying in your beddie, your life had come to close!

I’d been crying for several hours; then night had turned to day;

In its’ light your nose had fluid, which I gently dabbed away!

You also had some wetness, that laid upon your coat;

The teardrops from my broken heart, all night, on you, did float!

The oceans of my sadness, the storming of my seas;

The Reaper showed up unexpectedly, and had taken you from me!

I wish I would have seen him, and fought for you to stay;

But he sneaked in while I was sleeping, and stole you right away!

With pain that I was feeling, the greatest I’d e’er known;

I begged the Lord to take you, and seat you at His throne!

Then came time I had release you, the hour was at hand;

To deliver of your body, on your shrine, the ashes stand!

I bent down and softly kissed you, right by your little nose;

Then I whispered one last “I love you”, as our time came to its close!