In Memory of

God took you when you wern’t even born,
He left me with a heart all tatttered and torn.
He sees your eyes, touches your face,
He takes care of you when that was my place.
I never got to name you I hope God picked a good one,
I don’t even know if you were my liitle girl, or maybe my son.
I watched your heartbeat and then it was gone,
Like hands on a clock, time moved on.
But my heart is still breaking, my tears fall silently,
To hold you in my arms will be a dream I will never see.

November 15, 1994

Love Mommy,

(c) Angie Cornish All Rights Reserved

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