It was His will.
But in my heart
I love him still.
I often think of him
When I am alone,
For memory is the
Only friend that grief
Can call it's own.
Gone but not forgotten.
His Mommy
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| God took him home It was His will. But in my heart I love him still. I often think of him When I am alone, For memory is the Only friend that grief Can call it's own. Gone but not forgotten. |
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| Terribly missed by, His Mommy |
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