Sitting on a wooden shelf
A pink round box is displayed
Inside holds priceless trinkets
Of a beautiful baby girl
A lock of hair that was clipped
Placed with love in a clear bag
And a heart shaped neckless
Which encircled her tiny neck
A white piece of clay
Holds an imprint of her foot
Tiny toes still visible
Never to walk on this Earth
A hospital bracelet given
To her mother to wear
Signifying the day of birth
Of a life that had not begun
Her DNA has been left
On all that she had touched
Which validates her existence
To those who loved her most
A timeless capsule of love
That holds what's left of her
Cherished by her mother
Sweet baby angel girl
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