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Created on: November 26, 2008 Last Updated: May 21, 2011
On The Doorsteps Of Heaven
(Sophia is three years old)
I know I am only little,
but my life may be near its end.
I want to say a real big THANK YOU
and ask a favor of all my friends.
Please keep your prayers lifted up.
My Mommy and Daddy, they suffer too.
They try to make me as comfortable
and they have done all they can do.
I cannot tell them, not to worry
I don't think it would do any good.
I have made them work so hard,
more than any parent should!
I know it is because, they love me,
I'm sure they know I love them too!
Please my friends, be with them
I'm too little to know what to do!
I want them to all, to be ok and
not worry for me, no more.
For I will be given my angel wings
and my feet won't touch the floor!
I will sit on Jesus' lap and
swap stories of our life on earth!
I'll thank God for my Mom and Dad
and how much their love was worth.
I'll skip along the fluffy clouds
and roll my halo down those stairs!
I will watch over little Leona.
I will bring God her little prayers!
I will send them rays of sunshine
on some of their darkest days!
I will send lil Leona Snowflakes
I'll slide down rainbows different ways!
Daddy, I will be right there with you
singing all your favorite songs.
You know heaven has great music,
One day maybe you could play along!
Mommy,I'll hang my art projects
on every star that shines at night.
I'll tell God, they are all for you!
The Moon will be my flashlight!
So please, Mommy, Daddy, and family
believe it...I will be just fine!
When you say your prayers at night,
I will be your own direct line!
Love,
Sophia
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