But for baby Kyle it was not to be so
Although this little bud did not bloom
He made his presence felt in every room
Those big loving eyes
That followed where you were
Let us see a person
So full of character
Whoever saw or held him
Like magic he touched their lives
A special kind of light is Kyle
A light that never dies
I quote two lines from I know not where
To explain just how we care
'It is better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all'
And Kyle a short life lived
Never to grow strong or tall
Gave us so much
In a look, a smile, a touch
We are honoured and proud to have known him well.
Kyle William Bell.
Written by
Joan Warner
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