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Their Daughter 

What if they

Cried when

I was born?

What if they

Weren’t only

Tears of joy?

 

What if they

Were tears

For their

Daughter

Who should

Have been

There to

Smile at

Her new

Sister.

 

For their

Daughter

Who should

Have been

There to

Hold her

Hand and

Giggle about

How small

It is.

 

For their

Daughter

Who should

Have been

There.

 

For their

Daughter.

 

May 8, 1998 to July 29, 2001.

Miss you, di.




 

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