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| Dearest Theresa, Thinking of you and sweet Grace. This is a poem that I wrote for Hope, and the questions in it are the ones I think we all ask. Much Love to you and all your Family. |
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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 her 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 the cloud lined path of every step she took. Do they keep baby's shoes in Heaven and have them cast in bronze? The strings forever laced together, like our Mother-daughter bonds ? 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 good-bye? 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 enoough to hold her Mother's love. Writen in Loving Memory of Hope Christine Barker by her Mommy Tammie.. |
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| Comes the Dawn After a while, you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn't mean leaving and company doesn't mean security, And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts, and presents aren't promises. And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open. With the Grace of a woman, not the grief of a child, And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow is too uncertain for plans, And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while, you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for soemone to bring you flowers, and you learn that you really can endure... that you really are strong... and you really do have worth.. and you learn and learn.. With every good-bye you learn. Author UnKnown |
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| Added in Loving Memory of Grace by Jaimie and her Angel Whitney Ryann |
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| These Memorial Graphics made JUST FOR GRACE, by Dillan's Halo |
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