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Flores para los muertos

Too soon, two months, today- child spirited away.
Veil of tears, wailing moans, allayed by One True Throne.
Child of love, gift of light, sees now with heaven’s sight.
Stones that cut, seas that rage, hear His voice, be assuaged.
Father with plan divine help calm my mortal mind.
She walks now heaven’s streets, feel her loss, incomplete.
Loving spouse, children dear, hearts hold you always near.