Chelsey's poem
There is no one as pure as an infant
The perfect picture of gods creation
His beautiful creation is brilliant
The only place she fits in is heaven
She was born but she never got to live
Although short her life has a true meaning
When she passed she held all our hearts captive
Her birth will forever be a blessing
God only gives us what we can handle
Life on earth was far to easy for her
As a newborn she shined like an angel
A perfect creation, she shined brighter
Chelsey you were born as our protector
You will always be our perfect treasure
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