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TINY LITTLE DIAPER
When your precious child was born
as small as can be,
Heartache and worry came to you
quite frequently,
Would this little one make it through
to grow up at all?
Would she live to hear you give
her a happy call,
Not wanting to come in while playing in
the warm sun,
Now the longer journey has at last
just begun.
Remember the tiny diapers that half covered the
small frame,
Now seem so small to see as she grows well
and steadily.
Keep this tiny diaper to help you always
realize eternally
The gift of this precious child given with
His great love,
Knowing He is guiding her with you to
heaven above.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 11 December 2005