little jess

February 28, 2011
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her hate rate stops.
the monitor goes dead,
i know that jess is gone.
sha was young,
only seven months old,
she suffered from red syndrome.
she was beautiful,
golden hair blue eyes,
she was to wonderful to die.
now i know what love is,
and i respect it.
whenever i see butterflies,
i think of jess,
pretty and free from her curse.

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kaity12345 said...
Apr. 25, 2011 at 7:25 pm
this is a wonderful poem!!!
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