Heavens Party
© By Sharon Kivisto, 2000 
In loving memory of my son Taylor Ryan Kivisto who died in 1997 
The infant days are past,
And baby boys must grow.
They learn to sit, and then to stand,
Too soon they all let go.
But do they grow in heaven Lord?
If only I could see...
For if they do, my little boy,
Today, is turning three.
In my heart I see him there,
Playing on a cloud.
He's with his little angel friends,
Together they are proud!
Angel cake & white ice-cream,
Is served for all around...
He sits upon, Jesus' lap,
With all His love abound.
They laugh and run, and dance and play,
Amongst a billowy field.
Together there, they hurt no more
...their little hearts are healed.
The tubes and wires, tapes & blisters,
They're no longer there.
No more poking, no more prodding,
Winds of love, blow through his hair.
From infant to this little boy,
How fast the time went by.
Some days it seemed, the world stood still,
At times, it seemed to fly.
Today, as three years past,
Alone, we'll spend in thought.
We'll celebrate a life that was,
And share what all he's taught.
The bond that links us with this child,
Too strong to ever sway.
In our hearts & in our dreams,
He's never far away...

This poem was written in loving memory of Taylor Ryan Kivisto, son of Sharon Kivisto and read on the radio station as a memorial for his third Birthday 2000.
IRIS has used this poem with permission from Sharon Kivisto 5/5/2009