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Ashlynn Nicole Blackwood
Jan. 20, 2001 ~ Jan. 20, 2001
Ashlynn's parents are Phillip and Scarlett Blackwood
Her big brother is Joey.
When somebody dies,
A cloud turns into an angel
And flies up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow.
A bird gives the message back to the world.
And sings a silent prayer
That makes the rain cry, people disappear,
But they never really go away
The spirits up there put the sun to bed,
Wake up the grass, and spin the earth in dizzy circles.
Sometimes you can see them dancing in a cloud during
The day time, when they're supposed to be sleeping.
They paint the rainbows and also the sunsets
And make waves splash and tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes.
And when they sing windsongs,
They whisper to us,"Don't miss me too much.
The view is nice and I am doing just fine".
We will see you again someday
In a heavenly place where there is no parting.
A place where there are no words that mean goodbye.
My job is to watch over the litte
angel in training.
..sort of a
*mentor angel*
It matters not how long a star shines
What is remembered is the brightness of it's glow...
All I ever wanted was to keep you
Nestled safely under my wing
Until yours were strong enough
To fly the high places,
Find open spaces
And build your own home.
Now I must find the faith
That you are soaring in places
New spaces I simply cannot see
That someone new watches over you
Helping you watch over me
Until I find my way home...
 
 
Memorials by Martha
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