| Morgan Elizabeth Sledd May 29, 1996 ~ December 20, 1997 |
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We are all born into this world learning of love,
And taught all greatness comes from above.
Sheltered are our hearts,
Never being taught the sad parts,
Known as pain, grief and sorrow,
Until without our Child comes tomorrow.
But without our child to love,
The Angel, which GOD handpicked and sent from above,
We would be minus the special friend
That would stand with us until the end.
That’s what makes you realize our Child’s life might have been brief,
Without that Special Love you would never feel grief,
But all the joy in the world
Would never be worth never being blessed with your boy or girl.
And that one person made it all “Worthwhile”
The Blessing GOD gave you known as your “Child”.
So when your heart hurts
Close your eyes and think of your Child’s worth
And as you feel the Memories of your Precious Child
That’s when you realize even with the grief
it was all “Worthwhile”.
And taught all greatness comes from above.
Sheltered are our hearts,
Never being taught the sad parts,
Known as pain, grief and sorrow,
Until without our Child comes tomorrow.
But without our child to love,
The Angel, which GOD handpicked and sent from above,
We would be minus the special friend
That would stand with us until the end.
That’s what makes you realize our Child’s life might have been brief,
Without that Special Love you would never feel grief,
But all the joy in the world
Would never be worth never being blessed with your boy or girl.
And that one person made it all “Worthwhile”
The Blessing GOD gave you known as your “Child”.
So when your heart hurts
Close your eyes and think of your Child’s worth
And as you feel the Memories of your Precious Child
That’s when you realize even with the grief
it was all “Worthwhile”.
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Worthwhile
Written by: Kim Sledd
In Memory of My Daughter, Morgan
Written by: Kim Sledd
In Memory of My Daughter, Morgan
