Mamas are not supposed to be
separated from their babies.
My little love,
you were here and then gone
All too quickly.
Kicking, hitting and turning,
you made your presence known.
I felt your every move from early on,
and loved you more with every day.
To hold you and love you,
was my dream
To laugh, grow and play with you,
was my future.
Little precious one
we miss you so very much.
Little precious one
we still love you more and more
with every day.
Nancy Krop — Oct. 5, 2004
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