By Dennis Barrett
We took our child a gift today.
To the grave where she does lay.
It was a windmill we put it there.
So she could feel the wind in her hair.
She never had the chance to live.
All our love we couldn't give.
So when life is hard and a strain.
We visit her to ease the pain.
Gifts we give on special days.
This we will do always.
She is part of us our family .
All we ask is let us be.
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