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This is written for Baby West who at 6 weeks they could not find a heartbeat. At 7 weeks, Sat. August 30, 2008, I miscarried. This is one way I am coping with the loss and saying goodbye. A simple song for my child and therefore decline ratings on this item.
Child, this is your mother's heart. Though I did not know you, you were beautiful to me. Child, I thought we would never part, but instead we did, early, before we ever got to meet. And Child, this is your mother's heart letting you go so you can be free. Oh, Child. This is your mother's heart releasing you to fly to Heaven and there you'll wait for me. You captured my heart the moment I knew And you'll take part of me with you.
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