Brittany, Barbara Says

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I found this message for you,
way deep within my heart.
I love all my grandchildren, yes I do.
You are the sweet song of a Lark.

My heart longs to blend with yours,
just you and me in a precious way.
I dearly wish the best for you,
yet, the words of my heart are hard to say.

I lost a daughter, but you lost your mom.
Lots of love, that will be your healing balm.
My empathy and my care, go out to you.
Receive these, like the morning dew.

Somewhere within, there must be a pound of pain.
This is normal, for in this there is no shame.
Do not be afraid, to walk with your head held high.
For life is only a road, winding under the sky.

For you, your mom only wanted the best.
I stand with you, if this be your quest.
Joy will flow from you all day long.
Others will love to hear,
you sing your joyous song.