IN MEMORY OF
miscarried December 11, 1999.
by Douglas Gower and Melissa Kolek:
And now you slumber with the stars up above.
Perhaps you gaze upon me with loving eyes.
You watch and protect me, as though I were the child.
Crossing rivers and streams you guide my every step.
And if I was to fall, by the hand of fate-
And meet my death in that cold river's gait,
Then you would welcome me home,
with the laughter that has awaited me,
yet I could not hear.
From, mommy and daddy...