Nathan is the son of David Little and Teresa (Burrell) Morris.
Nathan is my G-Nephew.
We are connected, my child and I,
by an invisible cord, not seen by the eye.
It's not like the cord that connects us till birth,
This cord can't be seen by any on earth.
This cord does it's work, right from the start,
It binds us together, attached to my heart.
I know that it's there, though no one can see.
The invisible cord from my child to me.
The strength of this cord is hard to describe,
It can't be destroyed, it can't be denied.
It's stronger than any cord that man could create,
It withstands the test, can hold any weight.
And though you are gone, though you are not here with me,
This cord is still there, but no one can see.
It pulls at my heart, I am bruised, I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline as never before.
I am thankful that God connects us this way,
A Mother and Child, death can't take it away.
Written by:
Terri Apostolakas
More Bio to come.
Nathan died from Diabetes.
Nathan is my G-Nephew.
We are connected, my child and I,
by an invisible cord, not seen by the eye.
It's not like the cord that connects us till birth,
This cord can't be seen by any on earth.
This cord does it's work, right from the start,
It binds us together, attached to my heart.
I know that it's there, though no one can see.
The invisible cord from my child to me.
The strength of this cord is hard to describe,
It can't be destroyed, it can't be denied.
It's stronger than any cord that man could create,
It withstands the test, can hold any weight.
And though you are gone, though you are not here with me,
This cord is still there, but no one can see.
It pulls at my heart, I am bruised, I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline as never before.
I am thankful that God connects us this way,
A Mother and Child, death can't take it away.
Written by:
Terri Apostolakas
More Bio to come.
Nathan died from Diabetes.
Nathan is the son of David Little and Teresa (Burrell) Morris.
Nathan is my G-Nephew.
We are connected, my child and I,
by an invisible cord, not seen by the eye.
It's not like the cord that connects us till birth,
This cord can't be seen by any on earth.
This cord does it's work, right from the start,
It binds us together, attached to my heart.
I know that it's there, though no one can see.
The invisible cord from my child to me.
The strength of this cord is hard to describe,
It can't be destroyed, it can't be denied.
It's stronger than any cord that man could create,
It withstands the test, can hold any weight.
And though you are gone, though you are not here with me,
This cord is still there, but no one can see.
It pulls at my heart, I am bruised, I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline as never before.
I am thankful that God connects us this way,
A Mother and Child, death can't take it away.
Written by:
Terri Apostolakas
More Bio to come.
Nathan died from Diabetes.
Nathan is my G-Nephew.
We are connected, my child and I,
by an invisible cord, not seen by the eye.
It's not like the cord that connects us till birth,
This cord can't be seen by any on earth.
This cord does it's work, right from the start,
It binds us together, attached to my heart.
I know that it's there, though no one can see.
The invisible cord from my child to me.
The strength of this cord is hard to describe,
It can't be destroyed, it can't be denied.
It's stronger than any cord that man could create,
It withstands the test, can hold any weight.
And though you are gone, though you are not here with me,
This cord is still there, but no one can see.
It pulls at my heart, I am bruised, I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline as never before.
I am thankful that God connects us this way,
A Mother and Child, death can't take it away.
Written by:
Terri Apostolakas
More Bio to come.
Nathan died from Diabetes.
