by: MissPine
August was the month you were born,
Though we all know how you'd been thru.
Mama's cries are always smiles' shed,
And Papa will surely be on her side I bet.
How unfortunate it is for you especially.
'Twas for everyone to take whole heartedly.
The first breath you took most vividly
Is the last breath swept by God Almighty.
Our dearest angel now spread your wings.
Please do fly, our love, as high as you can.
We may not see how fast it might become,
Happy we are to see you flap them little wings.
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
by: MissPine
August was the month you were born,
Though we all know how you'd been thru.
Mama's cries are always smiles' shed,
And Papa will surely be on her side I bet.
How unfortunate it is for you especially.
'Twas for everyone to take whole heartedly.
The first breath you took most vividly
Is the last breath swept by God Almighty.
Our dearest angel now spread your wings.
Please do fly, our love, as high as you can.
We may not see how fast it might become,
Happy we are to see you flap them little wings.
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