What is life but the blinking of an eye? Too much .... too little... or, is it? Years gone by twisted into the lie, So tell me, can you think of any wit? Oh Lord, I pray today that I might find The angels of my past Who live each day in my mind To say "I love you" and make it last. No more tears in Heaven, You say.. Thank the Lord for such a gift For tears on my pillow where I lay Water the seeds of hope left. Thank you Lord that not one day more I'll gaze into those sweet angels' eyes I left behind at ages five and four To see in awe how they've grown in size! Love, Your BirthMom copywright pending
Reason for writing:
The long awaited reunion yet in the future.
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