|By Anna Bonadies|
|In loving memory of Olivia Rose Bonadies, stillborn June 13, 2003|
|It’s so hard to say goodbye
To our precious butterfly
So wanted and so loved
Our hopues and dreams were fulfilled
But you were taken away so soon
Before you got to grow and bloom
Mournful tears fill our eyes
We look to God and ask Him, “Why?”
What reasons could there be
To take my joy away from me?
It’s hard to breathe and hard to be
Our precious Butterfly, now flies free….