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My Daughter's Gift

One February morning, quite early in the day,
My daughter's time was over;
God had helped her slip away.
There were so many questions,
'We are miserable', we cried.
And yet nothing we could do now,
God's will would not be denied.

A 'tinkerbell' in spirit,
Tracey suffered so much pain;

Her cries were often silent
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Heather Wilson 22 April 2012

That was so heartfelt, I feel so sad for you, such a beautiful poem, a great tribute.

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