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Today is Donna’s birthday – All these many years later I still remember it – several times today I thought of her and gently waved hi Donna was the name of my first baby, (short for Donald, my ex) my girl baby who lived for 4 days and then changed her mind. She was a summer baby too. When I think of both Donnas I see tiny, Italian angels petite , pretty little things with brown golden hair. I still see the dimples on their faces, and the bright black light shining in their eyes… Tonight I hold a candle in their memory Tonight I drink to the summers of their birth, Knowing that their lives will always live in me – Both Donnas, One, who came to me in childhood. magically fused by friendship and something more – and Baby Donna, whose fragile body held such sweet life Both Donnas, who have been with me through so many changing skies… inside of me where their faces are etched in crystal and their wings form a door.
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Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
Donna
Today is Donna’s birthday – All these many years later I still remember it – several times today I thought of her and gently waved hi Donna was the name of my first baby, (short for Donald, my ex) my girl baby who lived for 4 days and then changed her mind. She was a summer baby too. When I think of both Donnas I see tiny, Italian angels petite , pretty little things with brown golden hair. I still see the dimples on their faces, and the bright black light shining in their eyes… Tonight I hold a candle in their memory Tonight I drink to the summers of their birth, Knowing that their lives will always live in me – Both Donnas, One, who came to me in childhood. magically fused by friendship and something more – and Baby Donna, whose fragile body held such sweet life Both Donnas, who have been with me through so many changing skies… inside of me where their faces are etched in crystal and their wings form a door.
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Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
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