Angel
Dear Mommy,
Your beautiful wings
Spread out wide
In a white dress, of silk
With Your halo and harp
Made of gold
In a world new, but old
Youre singing in a choir,
and playing in a band,
I can but I can't wait to again,
hold your hand.
With Much Love,
Your baby girl Samantha Jane
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