I love the poem I wrote for the back of Claudia’s funeral program.

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During those days before the funeral, everything felt like a blur. My family and friends took over and made everything happen, which I will always be grateful for.

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But I wanted something personal, something that truly reflected Claudia. I took out a pen and  just started writing...it was as if someone else was actually doing it. I can't explain how it happened, but within a very short time I had a full poem about Claudia.

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Our Dearest Claudia

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​​Our sweet, precious angel,

We long to hear your voice.

We want to hold you in our arms,

We do not have a choice.

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Our hearts are filled with sadness,

Aching with so much pain;

Why were we dealt this tragedy?

Impossible to explain.

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We had so much to teach you,

To walk and run and sing;

If we could have you back with us,

We'd give just anything.

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Your golden curls of sunshine

Bounced upon your head.

The days without your smiling face

Is something we will dread.

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We shared you with so many

They all feel empty too;

We long for the time

When we'll be back with you.

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The memories we have of you

We'll hold onto very tight;

Be safe and warm and happy,

As we pray for you every night.

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A friend shared this poem with me, it's message is very meaningful. 

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A Child Loaned

Edgar Guest

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"I'll lend you for a little time

A child of Mine." He said.

For you to love the while he lives,

And mourn for when he's dead.

It may be six or seven years

Or twenty-two or three,

But will you, till I call him back,

Take care of him for me?

He'll bring his charms to gladden you,

And should his stay be brief,

You'll have his memories

As solace for your grief.

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I cannot promise he will stay

Since all from earth return,

But there are lessons taught down there

I want this child to learn.

I've looked this wide world over

In my search for teachers true,

And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,

I have selected you;

Now will you give him all your love,

Nor think the labour vain,

Nor hate Me when I come to call

And take him back again?

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I fancied that I heard them say

"Dear Lord, thy will be done,

For all the joy thy child shall bring,

For the risk of grief we'll run.

We'll shelter him with tenderness,

We'll love him while we may,

And for the happiness we've known,

Forever grateful stay.

But should the angels call for him

Much sooner than we planned,

We'll brave the bitter grief that comes

And try to understand."

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