Nefriahaia
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Caylee, I hope one day to have a grandbaby just as bright and precious as you!
Justice is coming. Very VERY soon now.
Justice is coming. Very VERY soon now.
REMEMBERING CAYLEE MARIE
I see sweet Caylee in the clouds
The softest pillows for her head
She watches us with tender eyes
An angel doesnt need a bed.
She flutters like a butterfly
Our sweet angel in heaven above
Every tear weve shed for her
Sent her a message of our love.
Once there lived a little girl
So full of life and oh so sweet
Now she shines among the stars
She twirls around on angel feet.
No cares disturb her sense of joy
Theres nothing more to fear inside
Now she greets the newest babes
Welcomes them with arms so wide.
We blow baby kisses up to her
Her spirit we will always treasure
Hush, dont cry, she is not sad
Caylee now knows only pleasure.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Frye
RIP Caylee Marie Anthony.
That was the first poem that came to mind when I thought of Caylee this morning.Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Frye
RIP Caylee Marie Anthony.