MY ANGEL I was seventeen and pregnant... not sure what we would do, no clothes, no pretty dresses for your feet, no little white shoes. I felt your kick deep inside and wonderd what you would grow up to be, I couldn't wait for you to be born.... I needed you there with me. I felt the pains start low in my back and knew it was time for you, but something isn't going right... do you feel it too? Twenty-two hours of hard labor as the doctor tells me not to fear, they insert the needle low in my back and tell me you will soon be here. Today I lie in this hospital bed as silent tears run down my face they lowerd the wooden box in the ground... lined with white satin and lace. Reality really began to set in the first time I visited your grave... snow flakes clung as well as tears and mingled on my grief stricken face. But deep inside I know... God always knows what's best he's taken another angel home where she will wait for me in her little white dress. Written for my stillborn daughter Brandy Camille Robertson by mom Carmela |
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