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Handprints in Heaven...
Do they make handprints in Heaven,
In a snow-white plaster mold ?
Do they capture tiny fingers,
That I barely got to hold ?
Do they keep locks of hair in Heaven,
That first small golden curl ?
I never got to brush or comb,
Upon my Angel Girl.
Will they write down when she starts to walk,
and post it in a book ?
So I can see that cloud lined path,
of every step she took ?
Will they keep my Baby safe and warm ?
And soothe her every cry ?
Does she snuggle with the teddy bear,
we sent with our last goodbye ?
All these things and more are on the list
of wishes that I make,
For my newborn now above,
My rose God had to take.
Do they grant wishes up in Heaven ?
May she comfort me from above,
and may her arms grow big enough
to hold her Mother's Love...
writen by: Tamara Barker
for her Daughter Hope
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