Ceilidh
Nothing could be more precious,
Than the memories we have of you.
To us you were so special,
God must have thought so too.
You never took one breath,
No hello and no goodbye.
God must have had his reasons,
But still we ask him "Why?"
We knew that you weren’t well,
That we’d never see you grow.
But we will always love you,
And that, you’ll always know.
You kicked around inside a lot,
Those nine months will never fade.
But now, you’re safe in Heaven,
Where all little angels are made.
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