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A SMALL MARBLE DOVE
There is a small dove on the shelf for all to see,
It is from the grave of our daughter so she can be
Still close beside us living in our home,
We will take it with us wherever we may roam.
Ruth, our dear daughter often comes into my mind,
There will always be an empty spot that she left behind.
Yet one day we know we will meet in heaven above,
We will hold our child again with tears of love,
Sometimes I hold the dove and it is warm to my touch,
Reminding me of a lost child I loved so much,
Taken away at four to heaven’s eternal glory
As I hold the dove I long to tell her a story,
Point out creatures in a picture book
And once again into those grey eyes look.
The memories of things we did may slowly fade away,
The hurt and loss seem a little deeper one day
Than another, then I hold the marble dove
And remember the promise given by a loving Father above.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson April 17, 2003