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| Two little feet, ten tiny toes Leave their impression today. Before we got to know you The Angels carried you away. Ten tiny fingers and ten little toes Called away before they could grow. To play with Angels in heaven above To watch over loved ones below. Two little feet, one little child Has sadly gone away. But footprints in our minds recall They were here just yesterday. Author Unknow Received from the staff at Good Samaritan Hospital |
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| It seems to me, there is no way In which I could address you, With more sincerity of heart Than just to say God bless you. My words could wish that all your cares Would be a little lighter And tell you how passing with time That things will all be brighter. My heart could wish good luck to you And happiness in planning And I could promise you the depth Of human understanding. But I am sure no other thought Or message would impress you As lovingly or lastingly As asking God to bless you. And so I say God bless you, And help you bear your sorrow And may His loving grace be yours With every new tomorrow. Author Unknown Recieved from Amanda and Everett Herdt |
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| You are listening to "Angel" by Sarah Mclachlan From Bravenet |
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| Just Those Few Weeks For those few weeks- I had you to myself. And that seems too short of time To be changed so profoundly. In those few weeks- I came to know you... And to love you. You came to trust me with your life. Oh, what a life I had planned for you. Just those short weeks- When I lost you, I lost a life time of hopes, plans, dreams, ans aspirations... A slice of my future simply vanished overnight. Just those few weeks- It wasn't enough time to convince others How special and important you were How odd, a truely unique person has recently died And no one is morning the past. Just a mere few weeks- And no "normal" person would cry all night. Over a tiny, unfinished baby Or get depressed and withdraw day after endless day No one would, so why am I? You were just those weeks my little one- You darted in and out of my life so quickly But it seems that is all the time that you needed To make my life so much richer- And give me a small glimpse of eternity. By Susan Erlin Received from my friend, Dorothy Hempel Mother of 5 Angels |
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