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Post by Alix on Feb 11, 2005 22:09:55 GMT
Yeah, suppose I typed that in anger. I got Phe out for a cuddle last night and thought about the baby. I wouldn't have even known the little fellow if it wasn't for her. She probably was just trying to warm him up. Poor girl has been through as much as I have.
Now I have to go to work.. another day.
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Post by Alix on Feb 11, 2005 23:27:57 GMT
This is a poem I found on the net. I changed it a bit so that it could fit both Phoebe's and my perspective ('we' and 'us; refers to Phoebe and me), and that it has who the poem is about.
The door is closed. The lights turned off. The closet stands bare. All the room once waiting... For the bub that should be there.
Sorrow wells up inside of us. Our tears, an endless flow. All because we miss the pig... The bub we'll never know
We don’t have many memories To help through times like these We only have each other as we go down on our knees...
We may never know the reasons For this terrible tragedy; But we can know you love us through all life's mysteries.
Our time was far too brief; It was over before its start... But our little angel left behind Footprints Across Our Heart
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Post by Clover on Feb 12, 2005 6:33:45 GMT
aL I'm so very sorry about the little baby, you've been through such alot of heartache and Phoebe to.
The poem must be exactly how your feeling, we are all upset for you and Phoebe. Lucy and Minky will take care of the babies aL, they'll have each other to.
You take care aL.
love Jackie
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Post by Bean on Feb 13, 2005 16:24:58 GMT
That's a lovely poem, aL. I hope Phoebe is still doing okay?
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