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The Grant Fund
Butterfly kisses that never took flight
In a blink of an eye, in the still of the night
I am your daughter, I am your son
What would I look like when I am one?
Sweet Eskimo kisses placed on my nose
Sweet little fingers grab sweet little toes.
Wrap me in pink and wrap me in blue
What would I look like when I am two?
Beside me a train and a little pink bow
The angels have taken back one flying low
Raspberry kisses placed on my cheek
What would I look like when I am three?
Emptiness lingers where I once lay
Pray hope takes hold by light of day.
Remember me always in dreams and smiles
I'm forevermore your beloved child.
~Anonymous
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