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Littlest Angel
My littlest angel as I watch you sleep.
I hold back the tears as you count sheep.
So sweet in slumber I stroke your brow,
I wonder to myself what should I do now?
The doctor's orders the therapy and braces,
Just once I wish I could wipe the pity from their faces.
No seizures, no stiff muscles, no difficult speech.
I only wish it was within your reach.
But for now I pray for God's divine light,
For the strength you need to battle this fight.
In the darkness I can hide the tears,
The sorrow lay open, no one leers.
If I could go back and change your birth,
I’d make you whole for what it's worth.
I kiss your soft cheek before I go,
Whispering I love you, praying you’ll always know.
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