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| Baby Footprints |
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| These are my tiny footprints, so perfect and so small. |
| These tiny footprints, never touched the ground at all. |
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| Not one tiny footprint, for now I have my wings. |
| These tiny footprints were meant for other things. |
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| You will hear my tiny footprints, in the patter of the
rain. |
| Gentle drops like angel tears, of joy and not from pain. |
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| You will see my tiny footprints, in each butterfly's lazy
dance. |
| I'll let you know I'm with you, if you give me just a
chance. |
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| You will see my tiny footprints, in the rustle of the
leaves. |
| I will whisper names into the wind, and call each one
that grieves. |
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| Most of all, these tiny footprints, are found in Mummy's
heart |
| Because even though I'm gone now, we'll never truly part." |
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| -Emma. February 2003 |
One gift, above all others God gives to us to treasure.
One that knows no time, no place and one that gold cannot measure.
The precious, poignant, tender gift of Memory that will
keep our dear ones ever in our hearts, although God gives them sleep.
It brings back, long remembered things, a song, a word, a smile ,
and our world is a better place - because we had them for awhile!
Gifts and Donations
Please make any donations to the March Of Dimes & Bergan Mercy Medical Center's Bereavement Funds.
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