Little baby Marianne where did you go? Born on a day in March, the ground covered in snow. That pretty pink blanket that I wrapped you in. They let us go home, our new life to begin. Your pretty pink cheeks, our pride and joy to show. Wow, look at those curls, your daffodil hair all aglow. In one little blink you were running around. My tiny new baby couldn't be found. God gives us things, almost like memories to drink. You were gone from my arms with no time to think. The path has been long now, thirty years down the road. Thank you so much for all that we hold. Your friendship and beauty, more than anyone could desire. All the things you accomplish, we indeed do admire. There is Scott and the boys. Thanks is never enough. The daughter and sister you are, you sure have been tough. All the things you are just rolled into one. Daughter, wife, sister, mother and friend. We are so happy we have you, our beautiful God send! Written by: S. Matheson |
