tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60797524927360104172024-03-06T03:10:41.828+11:00Eternal Names By The SeaTo Honour Our Precious Lost Loved Onekayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.comBlogger130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-27889949804069631252010-07-27T09:54:00.003+10:002010-07-27T10:01:55.829+10:00Angel Grace McCann<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTi0wp91of1fbtn7iEKQVk4ehftjdmU5sa6Rkrncd2jCyK6Pn5x4Nws8eCuPZC2yKRttSEp99b5Y68mWICeuUoxgfP615n4osM3HoXoqeVaYLepDlywRvSjSECyEmJXcUcAFGVS1Qy3Xo/s1600/ANGEL+GRACE+(1).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498367954383874562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTi0wp91of1fbtn7iEKQVk4ehftjdmU5sa6Rkrncd2jCyK6Pn5x4Nws8eCuPZC2yKRttSEp99b5Y68mWICeuUoxgfP615n4osM3HoXoqeVaYLepDlywRvSjSECyEmJXcUcAFGVS1Qy3Xo/s400/ANGEL+GRACE+(1).jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>For my Daughter, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>Gone to soon and forever loved.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>Born on Earth day, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>April 22, 2010 at 3 am. </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>And went to Heaven,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong> 3 hrs 45 min later.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>I held you in my arms,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>But it was not long enough.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>I kissed your sweet face,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>But those kisses were not nearly enough.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>So little time I held you in my life,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>Forever I hold you in my Heart.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>I carried you and my heart was filled with love.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>I was told you were not to stay,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>And to Heaven you were sent away.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>My little daughter, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>My sweet Angel Grace.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>Your journey here was a short one,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>But know this...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>I will NEVER forget your sweet face.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>With all my Heart Angel's mommy.</strong></em></span><br /></div><div align="center"></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-49640639699034835522010-07-27T09:40:00.003+10:002010-07-27T09:48:21.766+10:00Isaac James Hughes<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPLBIp_51u0-qQCnKk5swapAIaSpOof-hkQYe6RapnM7JxYJThR3SgXpv1VLEQA83hGxA-CW7kwcnCOZysqUmJ9Y_E2mQYzomm_BkfZLyWOd12vSdx3A5I8RCtJmHXI-3u6CIrLAc6LI/s1600/ISAAC+(3).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498364369480208546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPLBIp_51u0-qQCnKk5swapAIaSpOof-hkQYe6RapnM7JxYJThR3SgXpv1VLEQA83hGxA-CW7kwcnCOZysqUmJ9Y_E2mQYzomm_BkfZLyWOd12vSdx3A5I8RCtJmHXI-3u6CIrLAc6LI/s400/ISAAC+(3).jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Isaac James Hughes</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">Born Sleeping</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">11th March 2007</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>As I look up to the skies above,<br />The stars stretch endlessly….<br />But somehow all those rays of light,<br />Seem dimmer now to me.<br />As I watch the morning sun appear,<br />The shadows still don’t fade….<br />As if the brightest light of all,<br />Was somehow swept away.<br /><br />Though I see the branches swaying,<br />And watch their dancing leaves….<br />The echoes carried on the wind,<br />Don’t sound the same to me.<br />As I listen to the morning birds,<br />Sing softly from afar….<br />It seems to be a mournful tune,<br />That echoes in my Heart.<br /><br />Another day has come again,<br />As time moves surely on….<br />But nothing seems quite the same,<br />To know that Our Angel Isaac is gone.<br />The days and weeks and months ahead,<br />Will never be the same….<br />Because a treasure beyond words,<br />Can never be replaced.<br /><br />The loss cannot be measured now,<br />The void cannot be filled….<br />And though someday the grief may fade,<br />Isaac's mark will live on still.<br />For even with my heavy Heart,<br />I know that I’ve been blessed.<br />I have been one who’s life,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>My precious Angel Isaac touched,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>With warmth so infinite.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">I will Love you with all my Heart,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">Forever my precious little Angel.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">Love Mummy</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">xoxoxoxo</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><p><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong> </p><div align="center"><br /></div></strong></em></span><div align="center"></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-64288968959645111742010-07-23T08:05:00.003+10:002010-07-23T08:16:14.364+10:00Nathan<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1g7IE0rnti6BhJg7tn5lR_DU3TryQ8KnddK8_be_g9GQ6Ltt5w0pKWzCERlyjRXOaOzwbgocnL58tQnC2PeK_z5J29RJH1MbE93v3N2rvt-uWdpN7L0S-fCF2q3IRaVR1eL3IxJfZ40E/s1600/NATHAN+(2).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496855357121008210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1g7IE0rnti6BhJg7tn5lR_DU3TryQ8KnddK8_be_g9GQ6Ltt5w0pKWzCERlyjRXOaOzwbgocnL58tQnC2PeK_z5J29RJH1MbE93v3N2rvt-uWdpN7L0S-fCF2q3IRaVR1eL3IxJfZ40E/s400/NATHAN+(2).jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong><br /></strong></em></span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Precious Little Angel Nathan</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Grew His Angel Wings</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Thursday 1st November 2007</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>In my dreams</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>I touch your soft, </strong></em></span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>silky hair.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>I hold you and rock you,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>In my rocking chair.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>When I close my eyes, </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>I can see your sweet face.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>I see an innocence,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong> Time won't erase.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>When I am asleep,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>You lie in my arms,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>And I'm captivated,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>By your cute baby charms.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>You coo and you smile,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>And your fingers twine,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Softly and sweetly,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Around one of mine.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>I smell you.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>I touch you.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>I sing you a song.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>I have you with me,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>My whole dream long.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>But when I wake up,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>My tears start to fall,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>For you're no longer here,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>With me at all.</strong></em></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">I miss you,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">And I will Love and remember you,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">Forever and always,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">My precious little Angel Nathan.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">From your beautiful Mommy</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">xoxoxoxo</span></em></strong><br /></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-21438430729002591852010-07-22T13:30:00.002+10:002010-07-22T13:35:01.904+10:00Lacey - Esme<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsbnh6_euhRT7Mu3QclbA__itZSuKIdYf3yVwa4NDVVLPISXFDY6FTuj80eP9w1BQdZtK7RW8p2zUrAuJnMRtCUDpr8Ht4JetfcqpvZ1S_WJSzfHz_v7iK3juThfGuoSeUVH8r7Hqsuc/s1600/LACEY-ESME+(2).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496568333831703458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsbnh6_euhRT7Mu3QclbA__itZSuKIdYf3yVwa4NDVVLPISXFDY6FTuj80eP9w1BQdZtK7RW8p2zUrAuJnMRtCUDpr8Ht4JetfcqpvZ1S_WJSzfHz_v7iK3juThfGuoSeUVH8r7Hqsuc/s400/LACEY-ESME+(2).jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong> 'Lacey-Esme'</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>Too Beautiful For This World. </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>Born 26/07/09 </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>Went to the angels</strong></em></span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong> 05/08/09. </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>Missed More Now Than Ever. </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>Love Always Mummy & Daddy x x'</strong></em></span><br /></div><div align="center"></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-40556655029916963852010-07-22T13:25:00.003+10:002010-07-22T13:48:18.833+10:00David<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxSMpHI3cr8d2uXBn-FSgFriPs6XGRX4BvZT5esWvpWDsy4iyGwSMjO-GO3SKrv7LSfl-11hY58kQRlJRx0tje3nhc5K3nV-QoDueaY1FqvyJp_4ylbfOUej__9ni6zMLJVh2tOGdvhQ/s1600/DAVID+(3).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496567178664236018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxSMpHI3cr8d2uXBn-FSgFriPs6XGRX4BvZT5esWvpWDsy4iyGwSMjO-GO3SKrv7LSfl-11hY58kQRlJRx0tje3nhc5K3nV-QoDueaY1FqvyJp_4ylbfOUej__9ni6zMLJVh2tOGdvhQ/s400/DAVID+(3).jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Dear David,<br />You Always had a smile, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>And never a frown,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>You always were a friend, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>When a friend was down.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>You were always true, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>So thoughtful and kind,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>So many memories of you,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"><em><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">That are left behind.<br />We love you David and miss you so much.<br />You are always in our hearts.<br />Mom, Dad, Kelly and Holly<br /></span></div></strong></em></span><div align="center"></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-24022687638178583502010-07-22T13:03:00.005+10:002010-07-22T13:47:35.999+10:00Maxx William Albury<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMSNKzEHXrFomC6ncHICiyi17QFIR_l9XoVeJDWWVrGNyCEZWSrPx-xEYw7MlYX1EDjNIRsyj3quAc2OX6a5fADmry-9cIquWcMs6ydBI_zOjeiLiH5gLqsXzhC1KrL5s01UE_YXBn9GA/s1600/100_6747+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496562283024257682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMSNKzEHXrFomC6ncHICiyi17QFIR_l9XoVeJDWWVrGNyCEZWSrPx-xEYw7MlYX1EDjNIRsyj3quAc2OX6a5fADmry-9cIquWcMs6ydBI_zOjeiLiH5gLqsXzhC1KrL5s01UE_YXBn9GA/s400/100_6747+copy.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em><strong> In</strong></em><em><strong> Memory Of My Beautiful Son </strong></em></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maxx</span> William <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Albury</span></span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Born 24<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> Feb 2008 </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Stolen by SIDS 12<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> July 2008 </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Forever 4.5<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">mths</span> old.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>I can only imagine,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>What it will be like, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>When again I'm by your side.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>I can only imagine,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>What my eyes will see,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>When your beautiful face, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maxx</span> is before me.</span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Surrounded by your glory,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>What will my heart feel,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Will I dance for you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Macky</span>,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Or in awe of you be still.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Will I stand in your presence,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Or to my knee's will I fall,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Will I sing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hallelujah</span>,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Will I I be able to speak at all.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>I can only imagine,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>When that day comes,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>When I find myself standing, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Next to my son.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>I will forever love and worship you </strong></em><em><strong><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maxx</span>, </strong></em></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>You will always be my Mighty <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maxx</span>, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Mama's heart and soul baby, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Not a day goes by that I don't love you, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Miss and cry for you, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>My gorgeous <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Macky</span> Day.....</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Mummy will always love and need you.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Your life was a blessing,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Your memory a treasure...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>You are loved beyond words,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">And missed beyond measure<br /></span></div></strong></em></span>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-38282952021557807342010-04-09T14:40:00.006+10:002010-04-09T15:22:43.174+10:00Bradley, Dolciey, Alliyah And Lewis - Four Precious Little Angels<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaG19dR5lntvhJOhFknXYf5uCcAMh5MiZ-mtXdXzo_0n9Eiffa548YfXE5tzA6BfNCid1SxhXGnCjav063yxo__MelMb2PAbz958HjB9pExu-0-Zk8oIyV7evnlgbbi5NOM0GE3DezI98/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458001605487473058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaG19dR5lntvhJOhFknXYf5uCcAMh5MiZ-mtXdXzo_0n9Eiffa548YfXE5tzA6BfNCid1SxhXGnCjav063yxo__MelMb2PAbz958HjB9pExu-0-Zk8oIyV7evnlgbbi5NOM0GE3DezI98/s400/3.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQqyuHE_0TUtzR7938g_B3CMRVALQonH_qeHKjcQORNBErKm3D_cwN2KHtanteXobClvGaspt_79u9cyx4a9AosrY5YFOfHZqxOQ5-WZjOFA5BLOXzomU5VjC-P2pVGKq-YbCZMVro6b4/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457996613993611474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQqyuHE_0TUtzR7938g_B3CMRVALQonH_qeHKjcQORNBErKm3D_cwN2KHtanteXobClvGaspt_79u9cyx4a9AosrY5YFOfHZqxOQ5-WZjOFA5BLOXzomU5VjC-P2pVGKq-YbCZMVro6b4/s400/3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25nlN-nBAObX6444dcwVKiBGWxpKHtupQDzKmuLbdKqHwJM3xwx-u3-hWrRdQCacUlj8U5H5gg0MbkppQEvigqvTtXlvo8_fTecciVmWNJiagu5HOx1GY6bVa0eegB1q3tidpp25kBpo/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457995575331252466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25nlN-nBAObX6444dcwVKiBGWxpKHtupQDzKmuLbdKqHwJM3xwx-u3-hWrRdQCacUlj8U5H5gg0MbkppQEvigqvTtXlvo8_fTecciVmWNJiagu5HOx1GY6bVa0eegB1q3tidpp25kBpo/s400/4.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUyg5Il5EsXCutQ74f46_iTzw840v768eOl-_pfkNyZ2fvazpnc9rAWbF23PwXX74X2nP_SrlSCG2moG2xwQd1_LzCIUg07vlZYnboW7eI_lxcuwcHlzLllM3GHssfZRDKyG2RqWy5BuA/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457994000842109602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUyg5Il5EsXCutQ74f46_iTzw840v768eOl-_pfkNyZ2fvazpnc9rAWbF23PwXX74X2nP_SrlSCG2moG2xwQd1_LzCIUg07vlZYnboW7eI_lxcuwcHlzLllM3GHssfZRDKyG2RqWy5BuA/s400/4.jpg" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Bradley</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Dolciey</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Alliyah</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Lewis</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">"Four Precious Little Angels"</span></em></strong></div><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong></div><div> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">I'm going to tell you something,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Hope you'll never have to know,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">I'll tell you how a heart can break,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">With constant tears in flow....</span></em></strong></div><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">I lost my four precious little angels you see,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Angels in my eyes,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">God choose to take their hands one day,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">And led them to the skies....</span></em></strong></div><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong></div><div> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">But please don't forget my babies,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">They were little people too,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">And forever they will live,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Inside of me and you....</span></em></strong></div><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong></div><div> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">So please don't ever tell me,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">That time will heal my pain,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Because not even time,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Can bring my angels back again....</span></em></strong></div><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong></div><div> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Just tell me they are happy,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">In the land way up above,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Their snuggled in tiny angel wings,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">All wrapped in Mommy's love....</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">xoxoxoxo</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div></div></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-46563428674161097162010-04-08T20:38:00.007+10:002010-04-08T21:03:54.842+10:00Mar'Shay, Gracelyn and Amenah - Three Precious Little Angels<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Amenah</span> Lee</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Grew her Angel Wings</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">7<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">October</span> 2009</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiICwzrZ-VXs7jeORt6knnq8iqk3X2_NIKdXoFPVj_7ZLGQISHNHjNyPiqV73fy-OZnnCSnSnd79O7ks-1uqkGbOS8ZpphTbq-ctCytDLTrQF-Wm0-Ys3a6asGkc2wgyE8MPjR0ExX5QGE/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457717795466248050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiICwzrZ-VXs7jeORt6knnq8iqk3X2_NIKdXoFPVj_7ZLGQISHNHjNyPiqV73fy-OZnnCSnSnd79O7ks-1uqkGbOS8ZpphTbq-ctCytDLTrQF-Wm0-Ys3a6asGkc2wgyE8MPjR0ExX5QGE/s400/3.jpg" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gracelyn</span> Reed</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Grew her Angel Wings</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">6<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">October</span> 2008</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizcGMtC4rUYAN5WsbS-Thhv0ZHFNbtQi2uuAibM2bXdqSYgwJgvlaV56RceBbj7r1heQWJ6F0Ah_yY90R5Fl-p09EjQ2zPrriWsLDb755QbtWzZPUDh3rmDMR4m6vUfXfwMmx5rxxEG5w/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457715526631964370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizcGMtC4rUYAN5WsbS-Thhv0ZHFNbtQi2uuAibM2bXdqSYgwJgvlaV56RceBbj7r1heQWJ6F0Ah_yY90R5Fl-p09EjQ2zPrriWsLDb755QbtWzZPUDh3rmDMR4m6vUfXfwMmx5rxxEG5w/s400/3.jpg" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mar'Shay</span> Irene</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Grew her Angel Wings</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">4<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> October 2008</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8KrKDOHEjaaynTXSdKpQl2lQOkyh1oFEDMQ2zzVbtU5SeguNcSSbu6hY1yH6fvLmDk9gtB3cluGv9KRVzzcid0b1BWFJ8EFwFzYcONaew9N6kBKh6oDBsURW-TbevHwKAozAehkpjpbA/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457715089660726818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8KrKDOHEjaaynTXSdKpQl2lQOkyh1oFEDMQ2zzVbtU5SeguNcSSbu6hY1yH6fvLmDk9gtB3cluGv9KRVzzcid0b1BWFJ8EFwFzYcONaew9N6kBKh6oDBsURW-TbevHwKAozAehkpjpbA/s400/3.jpg" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"Three precious Little Angels"</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>I am standing upon the seashore.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze ,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>And starts for the blue ocean.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>She is an object of beauty and strength,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>And I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>Just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>Then someone at my side says," There she goes! </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>"Gone where?</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>Gone from my sight . . . that is all.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>She is just as large in mast and hull and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">spar as</span>,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>She was when she left my side,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>And just as able to bear her load of living freight,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>To the place of destination.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>Her diminished size is in me, not in her.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>And just at the moment when someone at my side says,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>" There she goes! "</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>There are other eyes watching her coming . . .</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>And other voices ready to take up the glad shout . . .</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>" Here she comes! "</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>~Henry Van Dyke </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>♥ Your Mommy </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-27484587847092498522010-04-08T20:27:00.003+10:002010-04-08T20:32:29.588+10:00Talina<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7GivejS3GSPEd_eLfek6Z4ccQ4xeE_6UOEdc_TaLy7YZbw7po0C7LQrtHTcVyzqW2BmmGDd14lIIhl_rLfQkihZ2RJZtg3KGd70veJAC5PLJykO-GQ2yICNwrL8Y72fKScIqnzdKAsk/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457712030688935602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7GivejS3GSPEd_eLfek6Z4ccQ4xeE_6UOEdc_TaLy7YZbw7po0C7LQrtHTcVyzqW2BmmGDd14lIIhl_rLfQkihZ2RJZtg3KGd70veJAC5PLJykO-GQ2yICNwrL8Y72fKScIqnzdKAsk/s400/3.jpg" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Talina</span></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Grew Her Angel Wings</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">13<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> August 2002</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">To my little <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Talina</span></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Who changed my life in more ways than one</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You'll always have a special place in my Heart</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">xxx</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-6573210028557837902010-04-08T17:33:00.002+10:002010-04-08T17:44:12.859+10:00Xavier Ian Swords<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijIu-VpDs50kjWCiNAYsZ-KcKy6NzOjZHPb8-1o1QURQc14Ld4d2626870BX_5ZG2MuTl8nsQzFLnoE6bZCqOb2vit25sXsARkQ6v38JE4UjxFVxlsV8uT2U_5lYiJfFd6yD86JxhOWso/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457667955915304546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijIu-VpDs50kjWCiNAYsZ-KcKy6NzOjZHPb8-1o1QURQc14Ld4d2626870BX_5ZG2MuTl8nsQzFLnoE6bZCqOb2vit25sXsARkQ6v38JE4UjxFVxlsV8uT2U_5lYiJfFd6yD86JxhOWso/s400/3.jpg" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Xavier Ian Swords</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Journed to the other side of Heaven</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">June 4th 2009</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Missing you until the day I journey to the other side of Heaven</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Mommy</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">xoxoxoxo</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-90811027159538466602010-04-08T17:11:00.002+10:002010-04-08T17:25:17.508+10:00Rachel - Our Perfect Little Angel<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx7widXxIMT6KkvVLsT6wUxNcDFowv8ND2UrOTLFfq54ad-250QyHDEAXSWFUQ0jAJ-s7yfYtJHrbVqBAfCXl86yYmerg1q9UPCdN-iyjFS-5fZ1-BDVe_CpsyuhL8I0NMrJQfaMJ6NQs/s1600/100_3430.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457661579760326962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx7widXxIMT6KkvVLsT6wUxNcDFowv8ND2UrOTLFfq54ad-250QyHDEAXSWFUQ0jAJ-s7yfYtJHrbVqBAfCXl86yYmerg1q9UPCdN-iyjFS-5fZ1-BDVe_CpsyuhL8I0NMrJQfaMJ6NQs/s400/100_3430.jpg" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Rachel</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Grew Her Little Angel Wings</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">17th April 1987</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">At Six Months Gestation</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"Part Of Me"</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I thought about you yesterday and the day before that too.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I think of you in silence, I often say your name,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">But all I have are memories and your picture in a frame.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Your memory is my keepsake, with which I'll never part,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">God has you in His keeping. I have you in my heart.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I shed tears for what might have been. A million times I've cried.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">If Love alone could have saved you, you never would have died.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">In life I Loved you dearly. In death I Love you still.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">In my Heart you hold a place, no one can ever fill.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">It broke my Heart to lose you, but you didn't go alone,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">For part of me went with you, the day God took you home.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I Love, Miss and Remember you Forever and Always</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Mommy</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">xoxoxoxo</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-75664517356707986632010-04-08T06:52:00.003+10:002010-04-08T12:22:56.732+10:00Anne Elise<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0W8YeT_Y4j8wFhVl_kxjRC1Z40OIrC7yX_Laxa-tgAcwRdtDh7h3PpuZWtuP2bemPJV1Btfpi16RdKug6Y620fgTsTST90N18Sim-M_ZdlmtxZBqRej8GZDqQq7XPrIrPC8eLjavW_P0/s1600/100_3417.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457502160843878322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0W8YeT_Y4j8wFhVl_kxjRC1Z40OIrC7yX_Laxa-tgAcwRdtDh7h3PpuZWtuP2bemPJV1Btfpi16RdKug6Y620fgTsTST90N18Sim-M_ZdlmtxZBqRej8GZDqQq7XPrIrPC8eLjavW_P0/s400/100_3417.jpg" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Anne Elise</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Born 28th April</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Grew Her Little </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Angel Wings</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">28th June</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"Angel"</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Tear drops, slow and steady, the pain so real and true,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">God took another Angel, and that Angel, dear, was you.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Angel wings, upon the clouds, your body softly sleeps,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Hush now little princess, no more tears you have to weep.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Memories and little prayers, we are all mourning you,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">But we'll celebrate the short life you led; we will never forget you.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I know God will look after you, now you are truly alive,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Your spirit soars beyond the moon, your legacy will survive.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You're beautiful, you're endless, now stretch your wings and fly,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">We love you so, I love you so, but now we say goodbye.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Close your pretty eyes, no more tears, just go and rest,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Let your soul lie peacefully, we know you did your best.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">It was your time, so as we cry, go forward that extra mile,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You did want you were sent to do, you made everybody smile.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">We will Love, Miss and Remember you,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Forever and always</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Mommy and Daddy</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">xoxoxoxo</span></em></strong></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-41378365125318515322010-04-07T19:23:00.005+10:002010-04-08T12:25:27.714+10:00Abigail Frances<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknuo_fzm9AaRyQCbzU99lU2X6ItH3IOrWHBF6HZ2IpmohlX6olBvzlel27UwcYTo6hZ8h4qtubjiPLp6zOP8rftL5C6Ngb4xeRzaAbGweJhVeiZ5UjVrpFkfNL0Of7903LMZqIrqsiqA/s1600/100_3411.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457324502985571170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknuo_fzm9AaRyQCbzU99lU2X6ItH3IOrWHBF6HZ2IpmohlX6olBvzlel27UwcYTo6hZ8h4qtubjiPLp6zOP8rftL5C6Ngb4xeRzaAbGweJhVeiZ5UjVrpFkfNL0Of7903LMZqIrqsiqA/s400/100_3411.jpg" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Abigail Frances</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Grew Her Angel Wings</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">6th December 2003</span></em></strong></div><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"Just For A Moment"</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Our hands have touched, our paths have crossed,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">A Love is gained, a Love is lost.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Just for a moment I kissed the face,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Of an innocent baby I can't replace.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Just for a moment, a maternal touch,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Would say the words that meant so much,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">A soft caress, the gentle tears,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">That made those minutes last for years.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Just for a moment, I held you hand,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">My broken Heart in your command,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">So much to tell you, so little time,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Why were we punished, what was the crime?</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">They took part of me, when they took you away,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">As much as I loved you, you weren't meant to stay,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I gave you a hug that for always must last,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">As facing the future means leaving the past.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Our souls have merged, I live for you,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Perhaps I'm living your life too,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I will carry on; I can always stand tall,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Because just for a moment, I had it all.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">We will Love, miss and remember you</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Always and forever</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Mommy and Daddy</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">xoxoxoxo</span></em></strong></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-70831007472536249582010-04-07T14:49:00.003+10:002010-04-07T14:58:44.649+10:00Jessica - Our Special Little Angel<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihqmxuhvD9kpMlfdjL8a_qlL5FKGLRXnpn_GgBDuMHolbRH20NrbafIKcB8v7sBEITBYx-naVBfPyocESOpNjuhAdSoxOVc8FqnjVNQECDAx9clsQ85sEv0wpOzTwwczV73ofD23d14yg/s1600/Jessica.jpg+(8).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457253802212295970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihqmxuhvD9kpMlfdjL8a_qlL5FKGLRXnpn_GgBDuMHolbRH20NrbafIKcB8v7sBEITBYx-naVBfPyocESOpNjuhAdSoxOVc8FqnjVNQECDAx9clsQ85sEv0wpOzTwwczV73ofD23d14yg/s400/Jessica.jpg+(8).jpg" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Jessica</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"Our Special Little Angel"</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">There is a special Angel in Heaven,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">That is a part of us.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">It is not where we wanted her,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">But where God wanted her to be.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">She was here but just a moment,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Like a night time shooting star.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">And though she is in Heaven,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">She isn't very far.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">She touched the heart of many,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Like only an Angel can do.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">So we send this special message,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">To the Heaven up above.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Please take care of our Angel,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">And send her all our love.</span></em></strong></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-8007836639630120672010-04-07T14:23:00.003+10:002010-04-07T14:40:44.463+10:00Louise - My Sweet Little Angel Princess<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXlc5hBRPFRrjjkseYO9A1JsfFuhgmErwRwMT4Gs2Gr7TyYzqsO0BG3kYEvsXQcNatsffWrFi5Ytdgb9BIPUdEhzaj0IbGnctnJJl2dMIcsGHROQI8evJDTVoZy6IXfa-xay21VyL_GjA/s1600/Louise.jpg+(6).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457246845441608978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXlc5hBRPFRrjjkseYO9A1JsfFuhgmErwRwMT4Gs2Gr7TyYzqsO0BG3kYEvsXQcNatsffWrFi5Ytdgb9BIPUdEhzaj0IbGnctnJJl2dMIcsGHROQI8evJDTVoZy6IXfa-xay21VyL_GjA/s400/Louise.jpg+(6).jpg" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Louise</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"My Sweet Little Angel Princess"</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">We are connected, my child and I,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">By an invisible cord not seen by the eye.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">It's not like the cord that connected us 'till birth,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">This cord can't be seen by anyone on earth.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">This cord does its work, right from the start,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">It bonds us together, attached at the heart.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I know that its there though no one can see,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The invisible cord, from my child to me.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The strength of this cord, it's hard to describe,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">It can't be destroyed, it can't be denied.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">It's stronger than any cord, man could create,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">It withstands the tests, can hold any weight.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">And though you are gone, not here with me,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The cord is still there, but no one can see.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">It pulls at my heart, I am bruised....I am sore,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">But this cord is my lifeline, as never before.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I am thankful that God connected us this way,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">A Mother and a Child, death can't take away.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"Loving, remembering and missing you, forever and always"</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Mommy</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">xoxoxoxo</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-33173888429467021612010-04-07T13:16:00.009+10:002010-04-07T14:01:31.287+10:00Andrew, Benjamin And Caleb - Our Three Perfect Little Angels<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Benjamin</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR7Ww9aAIJiFo9ZTDgDHvfLivIPC5l9wdUE1FovdBh_7z33wOh_ZArG6UuCEVybJzVZX9lLGhyphenhyphenQ1D4II-p6e1WGxe1s7kpnU86hspEf67D4pnCk_qHT9mMtb6B3KxZzZo90PFY26ka4v0/s1600/100_2819.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457235239288845458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR7Ww9aAIJiFo9ZTDgDHvfLivIPC5l9wdUE1FovdBh_7z33wOh_ZArG6UuCEVybJzVZX9lLGhyphenhyphenQ1D4II-p6e1WGxe1s7kpnU86hspEf67D4pnCk_qHT9mMtb6B3KxZzZo90PFY26ka4v0/s400/100_2819.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Caleb</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo9rAQXhAmH52UNuH-forCXjowwbu7ofiXgkwglYs9oaUCUVs6CHHssxC6iRPBAGFRkMSkG6GcF1rJMTviGBYNpr5Nh04z7qTMdqYDAacTVNe4ALNSG8VcRCACR_Pyk9vjHxvEP6CkUTQ/s1600/Caleb.jpg+(4).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457234669345533858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo9rAQXhAmH52UNuH-forCXjowwbu7ofiXgkwglYs9oaUCUVs6CHHssxC6iRPBAGFRkMSkG6GcF1rJMTviGBYNpr5Nh04z7qTMdqYDAacTVNe4ALNSG8VcRCACR_Pyk9vjHxvEP6CkUTQ/s400/Caleb.jpg+(4).jpg" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Andrew</span></em></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJi8on28y5XhllcQaZmmKnl_jqXKAMgznH7ypsJoGeUjXNJJrYTrwGJdfDUwXr3PvL3-jbL23G0gJhHJ6YfokRvC1Qf1_ZmsHvIruDFgExy9kH3tUIzdsRW-sAIf7Ln6jpIsHJnJ9Zr5k/s1600/Andrew.jpg+(5).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457233542696220978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJi8on28y5XhllcQaZmmKnl_jqXKAMgznH7ypsJoGeUjXNJJrYTrwGJdfDUwXr3PvL3-jbL23G0gJhHJ6YfokRvC1Qf1_ZmsHvIruDFgExy9kH3tUIzdsRW-sAIf7Ln6jpIsHJnJ9Zr5k/s400/Andrew.jpg+(5).jpg" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">"Our Three Perfect Little Angels"</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">30th December 2009</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">X X X X</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">O Precious tiny sweet little angels you will always be to me,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">So perfect, pure and innocent, just as you were meant to be.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">We dreamed of you and of your lives and all that it would be,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">We waited and longed for the three of you to come and join our family.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">We never had the chance to play, to laugh, to rock, to wiggle,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">We long to hold you our three perfect little angels,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Touch you now and listen to you giggle.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">I will always be your Mother, he'll always be your Dad,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">You will always be our children, the children that we had.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">But now you're gone...but yet you're here,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">We'll sense you everywhere,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">You are our sorrow and our joy, there's love in every tear.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Just know our Love goes deep and strong,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">We'll forget you never.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">The children that we had, but never had and yet we'll have forever.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">We Love And Miss You So Much</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Our Three Perfect Little Angels</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">xoxoxoxo</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-75540292149493374802010-02-07T08:59:00.005+11:002010-02-07T09:42:03.275+11:00Remembering All The Black Saturday Bushfire Victims - I Year Ago Today<p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">1 year ago today was the worst ever natural disaster in Australia's history.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">This is my tribute to all the Black Saturday Bushfire victims.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">They are, and never will be forgotten.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo</span></em></strong></p><p> </p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxggiwOrklbG68rJYUDLWwg-VtjpudzGon18R5mSD8PSh13YwnyJ1JHpWKolfHOP5WuHGq0Gy8QSfykaUtanA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p> </p><p> </p>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-2252596311543657622010-02-02T15:10:00.002+11:002010-02-02T16:30:59.237+11:00Watching Over Me<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw3kJ-BwUheHQeAfDs5zr6w-vbI4rNsKZsC-nnM67ixRe2-Q24B8Djiy45f-ejFRfmmgwMOr3NJ1abDnzTdNw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-82888856746510762332009-10-28T12:42:00.003+11:002009-10-28T13:26:33.823+11:00Wallace Duane Cogbill<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NPSgIwPyK0Voo0rVo0eCeI7Zyk7a9vuj385fVgz98JxLnonQw2S54z9zN3NA5Z539lrcdppJslCOv7yexfIQW9HaOOq2GUHVHi-0iEU3O-dDx_YRblLKbPuyrkl-euOryqU8sSVRMT4/s1600-h/100_0905.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397468530354441106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NPSgIwPyK0Voo0rVo0eCeI7Zyk7a9vuj385fVgz98JxLnonQw2S54z9zN3NA5Z539lrcdppJslCOv7yexfIQW9HaOOq2GUHVHi-0iEU3O-dDx_YRblLKbPuyrkl-euOryqU8sSVRMT4/s400/100_0905.jpg" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Wallace Duane Cogbill</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Grew His Angel Wings</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">31st July 2009</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">We couldn't wait to hold you,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">And see your handsome face.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">To count your little fingers,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">And check your toes are in their place.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">It should of been the happiest day,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">To remember all our life.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">But joy had turned to heartache,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">No breath, no beat, no life.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">We will never see you smile,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Or hear your hearty cry.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">We will never be able to dry your tears,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Or share your happy times.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Our precious little Angel,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">We will always know your face.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">In our hearts and stars forever,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">You will always have a place.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Loving You Always And Forever</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Mummy And Daddy</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">xxxx</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-68941054459612959722009-10-28T12:22:00.003+11:002009-10-28T12:41:12.291+11:00Tyler Jake<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghC9suLnO4VOk80rXJFrBcnucm1NujADxlnfHPvqii4By1qr3HtaJtIFksSFzEyDrkyQYr2BZHrro0SY1mv2Ga7g6MI4Fa-ellumiDRj2NULA0C5K1NF-t01ObzUW9GkXdGzGVZ4it030/s1600-h/100_0576.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397456895419263714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghC9suLnO4VOk80rXJFrBcnucm1NujADxlnfHPvqii4By1qr3HtaJtIFksSFzEyDrkyQYr2BZHrro0SY1mv2Ga7g6MI4Fa-ellumiDRj2NULA0C5K1NF-t01ObzUW9GkXdGzGVZ4it030/s400/100_0576.jpg" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Tyler Jake</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Our Angel Born Sleeping</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">23rd March 2007</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Our time was so limited,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">And with so much pain,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">For as I was holding you,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Only your Angel body remained.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">You left us at birth,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">In more ways than one,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">To join our maker little Angel,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">For he needed another one.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Your name stands for sunshine,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">And that is what you are,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">For every time the sun shines,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">You will not be far.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Love Always,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Mummy and Daddy</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">xxxx</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-71889933109066510602009-10-28T10:38:00.002+11:002009-10-28T10:49:04.703+11:00Phoenix John<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNZm6hykqprdLj3Eol8wPklwWKbD7yTJLnM4QJNQCAj5hJdMC-SE0GMZxmbwNhGZ-1eLlDX8X5cR9VamVrKW6P-Ulfzh6HFm6sSrnsenUX0ZhTvJlee-XmUeS0TYVK4qMbsPincWe2dt0/s1600-h/100_2663.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397428947701343010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNZm6hykqprdLj3Eol8wPklwWKbD7yTJLnM4QJNQCAj5hJdMC-SE0GMZxmbwNhGZ-1eLlDX8X5cR9VamVrKW6P-Ulfzh6HFm6sSrnsenUX0ZhTvJlee-XmUeS0TYVK4qMbsPincWe2dt0/s400/100_2663.jpg" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Phoenix John</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Grew His Angel Wings</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">22nd May 2009</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">At 22 Weeks Gestation</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">"An Angel in the book of life,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Wrote down your birth,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">And whispered,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">As he closed the book,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Too Beautiful for this earth"</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Until we see you again my darling</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Lots of Love</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Mummy, Daddy and Shae.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">xxx</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-44015891167390832452009-10-28T10:20:00.002+11:002009-10-28T10:37:51.681+11:00Morgan Gibson<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOtkU93hc9R8dbYrHJ17wiQSRW62VNykTj51llBBzCJtmyFDLgRb-40Dghz3n65rZN4zMBBX0O0hdoJSb-333vYjURqqLu5UfhEzKNGq9tuwZZLFGIvPcPj1sBbMItLuPMthEebHorafA/s1600-h/100_2765.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397424371371642962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOtkU93hc9R8dbYrHJ17wiQSRW62VNykTj51llBBzCJtmyFDLgRb-40Dghz3n65rZN4zMBBX0O0hdoJSb-333vYjURqqLu5UfhEzKNGq9tuwZZLFGIvPcPj1sBbMItLuPMthEebHorafA/s400/100_2765.jpg" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Grew Her Angel Wings</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Aged 14 Months</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Sleep! Sleep! Beauty Bright,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Dreaming o'er the joys of night;</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Sleep! Sleep! in thy sleep</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Little sorrows sit and weep.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Sweet Babe, in thy face</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Soft desires I can trace,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Secret joys and secret smiles,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Little pretty infant wiles.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">As thy softest limbs I feel,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Smiles as of the morning steal</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Where thy little heart does rest.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">O! the cunning wiles that creep</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">In thy little heart asleep.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">When thy little heart does wake</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Then the dreadful lightnings break.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">From thy cheek and from thy eye,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">O'er the youthful harvests nigh.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Infant wiles and infant smiles</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Heaven and Earth of peace beguiles.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">(author William Blake)</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Loving You Always And Forever</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Mummy</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">xxxx</span></em></strong><br /></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-92129917010982053022009-10-28T09:53:00.002+11:002009-10-28T10:19:53.336+11:00Joy<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQegrFxj09OVp_qfynIfFaSCNBQTc_pAmxniZyIFS4iptty_lDwdyaoKcJ81NPqNobmrtX_L7xau0K88fpbTcvXnVCz3yT2o045nIdTfnoKCCXrQ18UvuW7X4q85jFn0TaHD1y8XUuPYQ/s1600-h/100_0573.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397417987960911922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQegrFxj09OVp_qfynIfFaSCNBQTc_pAmxniZyIFS4iptty_lDwdyaoKcJ81NPqNobmrtX_L7xau0K88fpbTcvXnVCz3yT2o045nIdTfnoKCCXrQ18UvuW7X4q85jFn0TaHD1y8XUuPYQ/s400/100_0573.jpg" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Joy</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Grew Her Angel Wings</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">July 1966</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">" I'll Hold You In Heaven"</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">From the very beginning I Loved you,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">As I made plans to hold you and rock you,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You were tiny and helpless as you lay in my womb,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">But something went wrong and soon you were gone,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">My young Heart was broken, my tears fell like rain,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I'd never know such heartache and pain.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I wonder who you look like, me or your dad,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Do you have my smile and his eyes?</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Would you have been big and tall or tiny and small?</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">We had dreams for you that reached to the skies.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">It was long, long ago and I still miss you so.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I'll hold you in Heaven some day,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">When my trials on earth pass away,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The Angels have rocked you, the Father watches over you,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I know your waiting for me,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I never could hold you or tell you "Goodbye",</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">But I'll hold you in Heaven Someday.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Loving You Always</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Mummy</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">x x x x </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><br /></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-67405755168667726452009-10-18T17:41:00.003+11:002009-10-18T17:54:40.358+11:00John<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmQK-4qhQRjgjE1UN4YgLNTrDCG_D6ayegn_5fUbftfdpFhppgJ5I8ajctluX8YfVZl-1Mxmo7ip1mdatsR5LMkRGJalDre47JQL9XcD3YNyZyWoR6KO-vwCKpQZVwikBwIaGz82W6Zs/s1600-h/100_0565.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393827750137925346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmQK-4qhQRjgjE1UN4YgLNTrDCG_D6ayegn_5fUbftfdpFhppgJ5I8ajctluX8YfVZl-1Mxmo7ip1mdatsR5LMkRGJalDre47JQL9XcD3YNyZyWoR6KO-vwCKpQZVwikBwIaGz82W6Zs/s400/100_0565.jpg" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">John</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Sadly Grew His Angel Wings From</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">S.I.D.S</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">April 1952</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">'There Is A Special Angel'</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">There is a special Angel in Heaven,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">That is part of me.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">It is not where I wanted him,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">But God wanted him to be.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">He was here but just a moment,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Like a night time shooting star.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">And though he is in Heaven,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">He isn't very far.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">He touched the Heart of many,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Like only an Angel can do.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">So I send this special message,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">To the Heaven up above.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Please take care of my Angel,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">And send him all my love.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Loving You Forever</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Mummy</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">xxxx</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong><br /> </div><div align="center"></div>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079752492736010417.post-82406674346536136782009-10-18T16:18:00.002+11:002009-10-18T16:36:41.228+11:00Benjamin Robert Smith Nutley<div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7AXmRVSyupfjI-dpdAtYTsh3QxReDsUHTZrMSSQKbnDlHx8vZ2nvy9U3yewdFyqrasC060ak4vWXJbC36VqB3cp49gZIUGjIQdRT0yil52-3gQxlkkj-TJLD_-a3iNNbf3a9C-v9MRDo/s1600-h/100_0188.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393805700143554210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7AXmRVSyupfjI-dpdAtYTsh3QxReDsUHTZrMSSQKbnDlHx8vZ2nvy9U3yewdFyqrasC060ak4vWXJbC36VqB3cp49gZIUGjIQdRT0yil52-3gQxlkkj-TJLD_-a3iNNbf3a9C-v9MRDo/s400/100_0188.jpg" /></A<></a></div><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Benjamin Robert Smith Nutley</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Born 2nd February 2006</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Grew His Angel Wings</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">8th April 2006</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">"The Cord"</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">We are connected my Baby and I,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">By an invisible cord not seen by the eye.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Its' not like the cord that connected us 'till birth,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">This cord can't be seen by anyone on earth.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">This cord does its work right from the start,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">It bonds us together, attached at the heart.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I know that its there though no one can see,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">The invisible cord, from my baby to me.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">The strength of this cord, its hard to describe,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">It cant be destroyed, it cant be denied.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Its stronger than any cord, man could create,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">It withstands the tests, can hold any weight.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">And though you are gone, not here with me,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">The cord is still there, but no one can see.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">It pulls at my heart, I am bruised...I am sore,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">But this cord is my lifeline, as never before.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I am thankful that God connected this way,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">A mother and a baby, death cant take away!</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I will always love you, remember you, miss you,</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Forever and always</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Mummy</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">xxxx</span></em></strong></p>kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613556666493990222noreply@blogger.com0