~A Tattered Little Box~
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In Loving Memory of Baby Jacqueline |
A TATTERED LITTLE BOX
TAKEN DOWN FROM THE SHELF
YEARS AGO, WAS PUT THERE
CAN'T OPEN IT MYSELF
LITTLE MEMORIES OF A BABY GIRL
A LOCK OF HAIR, MADE OF CURLS
A TINY DRESS WITH RIBBON SWIRLS
A NOW YELLOWING PICTURE
A BABY SMILING BACK AT ME
MEMORIES OF LAUGHTER
YOU ONCE SHARED WITH GLEE
A BABY BLANKIE, THAT WRAPPED YOU TIGHT
I HELD YOU IN IT, THROUGH THE NIGHT
YOUR TINY BODY,FELT SO RIGHT
TINY SLIPPERS YOU WORE ON YOUR FEET
BOUGHT THEM CAUSED THEY LOOKED SO SWEET
FOR MY BABY, THOUGHT THAT WAS SO NEAT
SWEET JACQUELINE, IS YOUR NAME
MEMORIES ARE ALL THAT REMAIN
IN THIS LITTLE TATTERED BOX
BUT I TREASURE THEM, CLOSE TO MY HEART
FROM THESE THINGS I WILL NEVER PART
I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND
WHY YOU ARE NO LONGER MINE
BUT I KNOW DEEP IN MY SOUL
AGAIN WE'LL MEET IN TIME
SO BABY GIRL, I WILL BE THANKFUL
FOR THE TIME
WHEN YOU WERE MINE
AND ALWAYS TREASURE
THIS TATTERED BOX
AND YOUR MEMORIES
IT WILL ALWAYS HOLD
FLY ON NOW AROUND THE WORLD
WITH BABY WINGS BEHOLD
THE BEAUTY OF THE HOME THAT NOW IS YOURS
AS YOU WALK THOSE STREETS OF GOLD.
I LOVING MEMORY OF BABY JACQUELINE
LYNNEŠ 9/24/04
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