/ by Dr Margaret Aranda /
There is just no way to say
How I feel this moment stray
Bungled bewildered tropical tan
Seagulls ribbed feet tossing the sand
Moments, Sippy-Cups, naps and illness all coming to an end.
I need to tell people as that is my job
We have a bee laying praying without a sob
She is ready to go after fighting too long
She needed to make sure her babies ran along
She planned her funeral, posted a long dedication pictures songs.
Ready to go awfully quiet style
I may not be myself for a while
So I’m sorry to let you know that we have a dying bee.
Time not to anciently borrow
Love now maybe no tomorrow
I help her help herself
Ready excuse onesself
Open one door to the galaxies and stars of our God.
She takes comfort in my words, I know
I need to flourish her heart, melt to grow
So let his girl, this baby girl of mine
Leave this earth for once this time
Sleepy no sorrow no pain love abounding wings flapping.
As she never really could buzz
But she was here still amongst us
Shining through shadows and tears galore
When now eternity solar eclipse full forevermore
We cherish each moment left life smiles love you all the way to heaven.
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Dedicated to #MyBabyGirl #MandiPandi
So deserving of so much more than I could ever give you.
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