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My Precious Baby Girl

January 5, 2010
By Anonymous

I held death in my trembling arms,
my precious baby girl.
No bigger than a perfect Barbie doll.
My hope has escaped me.
Pain so intense,
I felt numb.
Shock. Confusion. Anger. Bitterness.
I will never see her sweet smile or
watch her grow into a beautiful woman.
My daughter will see Heaven,
meet the Lord and
hear the Angel choir before I do.
She won't know my love.
She will have more
than I could ever give her.
I held love in my arms,
my precious baby girl.


The author's comments:
I wrote this piece for my mom who lost a little girl, Alexandria. I hope you like it or can relate.

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