Grief fills the room up of my absent companion
 
Lies in her pink blanket, walks up and down with me
 
Puts on her silly looks, repeats her pretty sounds
 
Remembers me of all her gracious ways.
 
Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
 
with God now:
Mommas' little girl Baby
 
I love you so much honey,
Lisette
[Posted in FML issue 2934]