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A precious child you never knew,
A child with wings who flew too soon.
A beating heart, a mother's joy.
A gift from God, he's a boy!
It matters not the reason why,
It matters that you hear my cries.
All of God's Children deserve a name
All of God's children should be treated the same.
So please don't stop, or turn away;
Sometimes I need to mention his name.
To give him credit for being my child
To let you know my grief is not mild.
A precious child you never knew,
With wings was born, with wings he flew.
"Hurting will ultimately lessen.
Pain will slowly become more bearable.
Fears and guilt will gradually pass away.
But love that inner dance of the heart
Which leaps to our child's name or memory
Will not pass away."
~ Unknown Author ~
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