She was captured by the saddening of death. My granddaughter Ava Rose ( 3 years old)
Melting my heart with flames of heated sorrow As I watch her sweet tears, I tissue my eyes Indeed, she is not the only one who cries Assuring my precious...a brighter tomorrow Explaining to her, a soul never dies Patting her back with her head on my shoulder Fairytales live, child...forever and ever She will understand life more when she grows older Brightening her face, from her eyes stormy weather She had smiled a great smile, from the last thing I told her Humpty Dumpty, will be put back together *Telling Fairytales of She Who Wails 1-27-2020
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