Cradles of Clouds
The McGreat Family 
Tiny hands and feet,
Perfect face soft and sweet.
Cradles of clouds
rocking gently,
Angels keeping silent sentry.
Watching over with
a loving sense,
Babes of beauty and innocence.
What a wonderful place heaven must be,
So many babies
to love and see.
Those special moments we shared on earth,
Memories forever alive
from your birth.
No child who lived until old age,
Could be more loved or precious at any stage.
Poppa, cuddle our babies and hold them tight,
We love them and cherish them with all our might.
Help them feel this love we send
Til we join you in heaven and all sorrows will mend.