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If Only

Wallow in my deep despair
Wonder how, why, when, and where?
How much would I give
If only He had let you live?

Drive past your little grave
Nothing more left to save
No drawings taped to the fridge
No thing this gap can ever bridge

Miss you more each passing day
If only He had let you stay
Medicate with drug or drink
If only not to have to think

Of things we'll never share
Like the first cutting of your hair
First bath in the tub
First owie to have to rub

First step, first run,
First new day in the sun
First love, first kiss
These things we’ll have to miss

Like a knife, it cuts me deeply
Things others take so cheaply
"Not now, I haven't the time..."
If only He had made you mine

We'd treasure each and every minute
Each day, and all the hours in it


In loving memory of Samantha Kay, stillborn December 22, 2003. Written by Tammy Hegel


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