A little angel winks from up above,
The littlest fireman in God’s domain,
Bathed in God’s Grace, covered with His love,
Untouched by earthly cares, worries, or pain.
Too soon your race was done, Devon, dear child,
Only five summers’ suns warmed your sweet face,
And yet you brought much joy for one so mild,
To all who knew your smile, felt your embrace.
Tears mark your passing in a time too brief,
We wish God had less pressing need of you,
Your family struggles now to bear their grief,
Lord, grant them peace and strength their whole lives through.
Your spirit flies now high above the sky,
Lifted by love that will not, cannot die.
Author's Note: I wrote this sonnet in a sympathy card for my heartbroken neighbors on the death of their youngest grandchild who died tragically falling down an old well in his parents' rural property. His dad was a decorated volunteer firefighter and Devon wanted to be one as well when he grew up. He was buried in a tiny casket, with his dad's medal on his chest. That was more than two decades ago. It still hurts to think of him. He is gone but not forgotten. That's why I turned my sonnet into lyrics--a work in progress. Of several attempts using SUNO to turn my original lyrics into a song through my detailed prompts. My favorite one so far is available (free) at the following link: https://suno.com/s/1YHitG910XpTTH9F
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 6:43 PM UTC
A little angel winks from up above,
The littlest fireman in God’s domain,
Bathed in God’s Grace, covered with His love,
Untouched by earthly cares, worries, or pain.
Too soon your race was done, Devon, dear child,
Only five summers’ suns warmed your sweet face,
And yet you brought much joy for one so mild,
To all who knew your smile, felt your embrace.
Tears mark your passing in a time too brief,
We wish God had less pressing need of you,
Your family struggles now to bear their grief,
Lord, grant them peace and strength their whole lives through.
Your spirit flies now high above the sky,
Lifted by love that will not, cannot die.
Author's Note: I wrote this sonnet in a sympathy card for my heartbroken neighbors on the death of their youngest grandchild who died tragically falling down an old well in his parents' rural property. His dad was a decorated volunteer firefighter and Devon wanted to be one as well when he grew up. He was buried in a tiny casket, with his dad's medal on his chest. That was more than two decades ago. It still hurts to think of him. He is gone but not forgotten. That's why I turned my sonnet into lyrics--a work in progress. Of several attempts using SUNO to turn my original lyrics into a song through my detailed prompts. My favorite one so far is available (free) at the following link: https://suno.com/s/1YHitG910XpTTH9F
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