Poetry

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An angels sigh is softly heard
there is a silencing of every bird.
Dark clouds roll across the sun,
The Lord decides the time has come.
A precious life so new to earth
is taken before his cry is heard.
His mother weeps in heartbroken grief,
His father sobs with disbelief.
The precious baby breaths his last
while lying in his gram mas lap.
His soul was meant for the lord to keep,
but we are left with heartfelt grief.
Hush our baby off to sleep,
we pray the Lord your soul to keep.
Comfort and hold him all the night,
tell him our love will outlast time.

~Tami Bachman
In loving memory of Davis Bachman

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