The moment I held you.
Sweet child of mercy.
You brought hope to my sad heart.
Your laughter, your smile.
Now each day.
I look forward to you my child.
My little girl who still hold my hand.
Precious Angel keeps me alive.
Our children are the purpose.
To keep our spirit and dreams alive.
Their hope and dreams become our dreams.
What would we really have?
(Be thankful for healthy and strong children. If we lose a child. Old heart will never be the same)
28 April 2009