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Amber Dawns Appeal

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Amber Dawns Appeal

                               AMBER DAWNS APPEAL
 
                    A wish, a dream, from birth til death,
                   "Mummy I'm going to Disneyland to see Mickey Mouse”.
                    Beautiful words from a soul so small,
                    Everyday from dawn til dust her words stood tall.

                    Riddled with pain day in and day out,
                    Dammed Cystic Fibrosis from gene's it did sprout. 
                    New Zealand your money you gave with love, 
                    A soul you took and held, lent from above.

                    The Lions club helped to start your appeal,
                    And finally your dream was for real.
                    And your dream and your wish it finally came true,
                    When at four and a half off to America we flew. 

                    Pain to pleasure was over your face,
                    To Mickey you ran winning your race.
                    Ending your wish and dream touching his hand,
                    A smile on your face as Mickey swung you from land.
                                                     
                    As he knelt down with one knee on the ground,                         
                    You could hear a pin drop as the crowd stood around. 
                    You swung your arms around him and squeezed his neck tight,
                    Then you looked at him with a smile and eyes big and bright.
 
                   “Oh my Mickey Mouse I can die now”, was all you said,
                    One month later you passed away on Mickey’s home made bed.
                    I always knew you didn’t belong,
                    I always knew you didn’t have long. 

                   You were special and God knew that,
                   With his hands he sat you in my lap.
                   At four and a half he took you home,
                  Every day I thank him for my earthy loan.

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