The Pin
Why do you wear that pin? The Question asked.
I wear this precious pin you see
in the memory of my little girl.
You se she was oh so wanted by her dad and me!
She was such a pretty little girl you see,
that Heaven was where she was meant to be.
Little tiny hands, precious little feet,
Curly brown hair, dark brown eyes,
pretty little chin, sweet baby lips,
pudgy little cheeks, Oh so sweet voice of an angel
never to be heard by me.
Perfect little baby now gentle sleep.
Oh my heart and sould, oh how they weep!
My precious little angel, God's hands to keep
My precious little angle, not mine you see.
Heaven is where this angel was meant to be.
Mom
This poem was written 6 1/2 months after Tannonna's birth and death.
(c) DOREEN JOHNSON All Rights Reserved
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