As I stitch, I reminisce,
My little Chinna, I always miss.
My question was, Another baby so soon?"
Her Dad said "It's ok we've got room."
Soon after, a sad reality, I'd say,
Of "The Lord giveth & taketh away."
All babies a blessing, this one blessing plus,
Great joy through the tears, how pretty she was.
From her first breath, in hands direct from heaven,
She was held by her Gaurdian Angel 24/7.
She jabbered every minute, no rest for the ear.
Spoke fluently early, her opinions so clear.
Curiosity, independence, her personality so glad,
"I'm the baby, spoiled rotten- don't like it?- too bad!!!
Her life now dedicated to other's babies health,
A career so impotant, but doesn't bring wealth.
Her caring ways have an impact on all.
One favorite pastime, a trip to the mall.
Her sense of humor so quick- no need to think,
Full of fun, great company, she's truly pink.
She's such a "big girl", like an eagle she'll soar,
My love for her could never be more.
To that little girl that I miss every day,
Her loving Mom, I always will stay.
--Renae Wells, August 17, 2005
