Mourning Spring |
By Angie Cottrell |
Yellow petals fall as tear drops of dew unto the earth.
Spirits shattered are in need of rebirth. How can Mother Nature slay A precious babe most tame? The ground settles; My hand trembles; Your cry in the night. Will I ever see the light? |
This poem was written in memory of Curtis Joseph Cottrell. He is the son of Angie and Kenneth Cottrell. Curtis Joseph was born 8/20/95 and died 8/22/95 due to severe intrauterine growth retardation.
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