by Mom, Arlene Fink 
In loving memory of Jeffrey and Jennifer Fink 
How I wish sometimes I could hear
you cry
Hold you in my arms and feel you
I often stop and ask why?
How could my little baby die.

I will never again on earth see your
Or hold you in a sweet embrace
Or see you with your brother’s chase
Across the yard, below the sky
My dreams for you will never be
There are so many things I’ll never
Your first step or first climb in a tree
And I’ll never comfort you when you
skin your knee
From earthly ills you will always be

I love you and I always will
I hope you know just how I feel
In my heart my love for you concealed
Until someday in heaven together
we’ll be