Little Angel I sit here and think what are you doing now? You should have been in mummy's tummy all save and warm, getting cuddles from me while you both slept. It was not meant to be, God needed you to be an angel. He took you from us. I often see you in the night sky twinkling like a star. I hold mummy when we cry. I miss you little one. Be safe till we are joined again.
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