Her name is Shelby Michelle Stevens.
I say is and not was because she still is, but in Heaven.
Below are a couple poems we wrote.
My daughter, Shelby, So sweet and innocent, She was so precious, So perfect.
She had beautiful, hands and feet. Long skinny legs and dainty fingers.
Tiny, round, little head, beautiful, long, dark hair.
Skinny, perfect lips, and a little, button nose.
She lay there in my arms, no movement, no tears. So still and peaceful.
Why did He have to take her? Why not me? Why God? To hear her cry, To see her tears. Just to hold her again.
My beautiful baby girl, He took her away from me. I won't hear her, calling out to me.
I won't teach her to walk, feed her, teach her to talk.
She won't go to school, or the prom, or even college.
She won't go on dates, make friends, or have parties.
I can't take her everywhere, show her off. I want to be with her, take care of her. I never will now.
My beautiful, precious, sweet and innocent, little baby girl. She is gone from me, for all my life.
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