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''I will not'' I will not have a temper tantrum or stomp across the floor I will not pout, scream or shout or kick against the door I will not throw my food around or pick upon another I will always try to be real good, because I am the mother |
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Other Pages Home page Alyssa's Page Hailey-Jade's Page Hailey-Jade's page 2 Hailey-Jade's page 3 Harley's Page Dezeré's Page Events |
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This is for our son, Harley Josh. Don't let them say I wasn't born, that something stopped my heart. I felt each tender squeeze you gave, I've loved you from the start. Although my body, you can't hold it doesn't mean I'm gone This world was worthy not of me God chose that I move on. I know the pain that drowns your soul what you are forced to face. You'll have my word, I'll fill your arms, someday we will embrace. You'll hear that it was 'meant to be' God doesn't make mistakes. But that won't soften your first blow or make your heart not ache. I'm watching over all you do Another child you'll bear Believe me when I say to you That I am always there. There will come time, I promise you when you will hold my hand, stroke my face and kiss my lips, and then you'll understand. Although I've never breathed your air, Or gazed into your eyes That doesn't mean I never was An Angel Never Dies. |
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My little boy- Harley Josh Your little boy cries too much My little boy makes no sound Your little boy sleeps warm in his crib Mine lies cold in the ground Your little boy woke up today My little boy never will Your little boy laughs and plays My little boy lies still Your little boy makes you proud And just as proud as I am Cause while your little boy is learning to walk, My little boy can FLY |
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Page last updated June 30th 2005 |