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[This message has been edited by lucky (edited 04-18-2000).]
Lucky - this made me cry, as it would any parent. I think I'll give my 8-month-old daughter an extra kiss as she takes her nap. Thank you so much for sharing this poignant and obviously deeply personal poem!
Tears here at your thoughtfulness. The love between you and Rosemary is so touching. I know that your losses have been many ... and the treasures precious. May God hold you both in his tender mercy. You are beautiful people. Love ~*Marge*~
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***lucky, i agree with marge, april dawn is an exquisite name. this poem deserves praise also. it is very brave of you to post such a deeply personal piece here. thankyou for doing so. touching as it rips your heart out. fantastic.
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