Soft and sweet, so little and tender,
I pray again someday we’ll meet.
Memories that seem so far away, replay in my mind again today.
Giggles sound as your tender touch is felt!
Then and there to here and now prayers form;
bringing memories back into sight.
Soft and sweet, my little angel plays.
Breathe it in; smells' baby soft from memories past,
unfold and bloom!
Until we meet again, memories forever linger of my little angel.
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