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| Hannah's Poems |
| A perfect butterfly with wings of gold A beautiful site, yes, one to behold She spoke to me in her special way I believe she was saying "Everything is okay". God gave her wings, so high she could fly Up and away, so very high Watching over you each and every day She'll show us all a much better way... Time heals all, so it's been said I believe Hannah thinks something instead Guidance she'll give us for she knows she's missed And she knows we love her and sending her our kiss. S no matter how lonely and painful things seem Look at the lines and look in between... An angel, a bird, or a butterly All beautiful girts, yes, it's Hannah going by. She's sending her love to each one of us So have faith in God, for it's Him we must trust. She's in His care, the best in the world Yes, on perfect baby, one perfect girl!!! |
| Written by Hannah's Grandmother |
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| I don't feel Hannah touching my hair Where is her spirit, please tell me where... Don't know where she is but know she is near God only knows so please have no fear. Perhaps she's the bird soaring above Dropping a feather, a sign of her love A gorgeous butterly, which I talked to so softly She landed on my flowers, but also on me! A way to converse, a way to show us Her spirit is alive, so in God we must trust. Look all around for I know things will get clear Just look up an night, at a star so very near Glistening like a diamond up in the sky... Make a special wish, perhaps you'll understand why Why she was chosen to share God's special deeds If you look within your heart, You may understand his needs... For Hannah Grace is perfect in every special way Throw her a kiss tonight, yes throw it her way. |
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| Such a little angel, yes, was she How could it happen, how could it be? The most perfect face on the earth Yes, it was said when Wendy gave birth. Hannah's life was already gone Up to Heaven, such a precious sound Singing with the angels high up above Quite a feeling surrounded by love. In our hearts we knew who she would meet Yes, it was PopPop, wow what a treat. Often I wonder if God had this planned To keep her so precious and away from this land. Now are the feelings we have to get through They can be colored red, white, or blue Just for the moment I think I choose blue And I have a feeling you will too. Tears we cry in anguish and pain Sometimes I think they are one fo the same Time heals all wounds so it's been said Or perhaps, it's something I just happened to have read Now time goes on day after day, hoping the pain will somehow go away But I have a feeling, have an idea This pain will forever be all so real. So on this rainy Easter day, My heart goes out to Hannah in every kind of way. |
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