When life is short I question why,
Yes why, O Lord, did this one die?
Those months she nurtured in my womb,
I felt a life that soon would bloom.
Let one in heav’n who died in birth,
Now hold my babe of priceless worth,
And cradle her to mother’s breast,
To be, like me, forever blessed.
May angels sing a lullaby,
And may you never have to cry.
A million smiles to light your face,
A millions arms feel your embrace.
So Chloe Lane, please rest in peace,
Let all on earth at last release
The dreams and paths now left untrod,
And turn you loose to be with God.
Honorable mention
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