IN MEMORY OF
miscarried September 30, 2003.
by Grandmother, Mummy, Daddy:
You were to become our sunshine, beloved as known of.
The pleasure of Mummys heart. I remember as she told me
of you. A shy little girl. The thought of holding you in
my arms made my heart beat quicker.
I often think about my grandchild which was not to live
with us. God will take care of you little angel. One day
we will meet and then learn about each other. Until then
take care of yourself.