Tuesday, August 31, 2004


When you were young, I'd hold you sleeping until my arms fell asleep,
watching gentle breathing and feeling your tiny heart beat.

Emily, may you always be free.
May the world never take this sparkling innocence from thee.

Emily, with each passing year I love you so
like a freshly falling snow,
as more time passes, the deeper you grow.

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