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by Diane Rowan
Blessed Mother up above,
give my baby all your love.
Hold her tight against your breast,
let her lie her head to rest.
No more pain, nor endless suffering,
only tenderness and cuddling.
And please dear Mother hear my plea
when I die, give her back to me.
From Mommy
28 years since you died, and your brother who would not have been born if
you had lived, and who I hope is with you now since he also died at the age
of 22 and has been gone 5 years now. I have 2 children left and pray that
they will outlive me, and have healthy and happy lives.
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