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As she looked down on her little baby

who had no toes and no fingers,

tears fell softly down her cheeks

as soundless as snow on a quiet night.



There were many other things wrong

with her little one.



But day by day she battled..

scheduled operations..

maintained with her husband

a 24 hour watch..

dragged herself through

each day's exhaustion by

her unequaled will..

her humor bubbling up

through even the most

granite situation



she has reached now

a plateau.. as her

baby's progress

amazes all



She has no room in her

life for 1 unnecessary

piece of clothing..

or object..

they block the

wonderful flow

of her power



She has always given

her heart entire

She has always

enkindled with

her heart fire

and even the

unignitable

find themselves

melting

around her



Perhaps in 108 lives

we can follow her

path



God bless her

and everyone she loves