A year ago my niece, Grace, was born. A year ago my niece, Grace, died. There are many things Grace was.
She was carried in her mother.
She was a girl
She was a Potter's baby.
She was so tiny!
She was born with a full head of hair.
She was born into a loving marriage.
She was born to a mother and father.
She was dressed in a gown made by my mother.
She was laid in a casket made by my father.
And she was carried by her Daddy.
There are many things she would have been.
She would have been a lover of Disney.
She would have listened to music with her Daddy.
She would have worn cloth diapers.
She would have played on the beach.
She would have played dress up.
She would have read books.
But there two things she will always be.
She will always be loved. She will always be missed.
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