8 little hands, matched by 8 little feet
4 little souls, Jesus was first to meet
4 beautifully winged little loves
4 little souls that watch me from above.
Sometimes I see a "143" and know your with me,
Maybe it's a butterfly, or a shooting star fly by...
Something in the moonlight that makes your memory burn bright.
Not a day goes by your not in my thoughts, Or in my prayers you see.
Yes it's true that the Heavens may hold you,
But within my Soul I carry a piece of each of you babies.
Forever and always this much is true,
I'm a mommy of Angels, not just my Jude.
So understand my pictures of plenty, and spoiled son...
Is because I've been waiting so long for this one.
So I hold him tight, and repeat I love you's...
Being a Angel Mommy makes you appreciate life, and all its values.
Strength and pride, love and faith. Continuing on despite the pain.
It gets better, life goes on.
In the end, I'll be where you've been all along.
For now we meet in dreams, or when I call on an Angel in need...
Until then my loves sweet dreams til we speak.
I love you!
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