Here is a poem that is as much about missing someone and not being able to reassure them of your love, as it is about surrendering to something you cannot control, but loving them anyway.
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Jene Frost; Little girl gone
She had a precious little heart,’ says mother Tish. 'She was my little girl and in one night, I witnessed my little girl become an adult.'
Rosie Goes 
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