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Born

tiny little Thing,

the size of a bean,

Your Life in my hand.

the power of Your presence,

forever my life lesson:

teaching me who i am.

despite the soul i returned,

from earth to heaven,

i feel part way forgiven.

Your spirit lives on,

in my humble pursuits

to dream, to smile, to be strong.

in this new life i was given:

some days I'm lost on the breeze,

others are breathless and reverent.

Always thankful,

always penitent

for the life I so foolishly took.

With love that is Yours

Always honoring this day,

when it was I who was born.

 

 

In memory of 3 September 2009

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Written by
melanie-kate-dickerson
South African
Published
Sep 5, 2013
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(c) MKD 2013

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#love#mother#forgiveness#treasures#preciouslife
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