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[bodytext] => You run through my dreams now just every so often Named by your mother and formed in my heart A joy just to think you’re a gift that was given No one could replace you; of us you’re a part Amazed at how love could create such a person The best of two people is what you would be But truth is we know that you’d be your own person Your heart would be tender, your spirit fly free Ringlets of fire drape down past your shoulders Caressed by the breeze as you play all the while Now, sure, don’t you have the eyes of your nMathair* They dance as they sparkle and oft make me smile With small, pudgy fingers, you reach out to pat me Soft on my nose, on my cheek and my chin I know you would probably struggle at bedtime Then lovingly yawn, as we’d tuck you in Born of a thought of what could have been A child without substance, and just fantasy If time could go back if but for a moment And fate let it happen, our daughter you’d be © 2005 O’ Raithbheartaigh * nMathair [comments] => 0 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Eireannach [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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