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A Letter From Tracy: The Craddle to Heaven


It's ok Grace

even though the race

came in a fast pace

Tracy's gone

long gone away

far beyond the clouds

long beyond the stars

even though she still rocks

the little Tracy now talks

she says she loves you mom

have peace at once

it wasn't your fault,

the Lord has blessed me

blessed me into his gates

of milk and honey

three months of Earth 

and I was lead out,

out through a deep

while in my craddle sleep.

 

 

 

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