| Remembering Ana |
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Tiny Hands Another pair of tiny hands To lay beneath the clay Slumb'ring little baby eyes To wake another day O God of heav'n Come guard this bed And let this angel sleep `Till earth is pure for tiny hands And safe for tiny feet. Anastasia Elizabeth Wilson April 24, 2002 The poem's theology is poor, but the heart still grieves. It will be 5 years tomorrow. |
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