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Twenty-four springtimes have now come to pass
Heather surrounded by daisies and grass
I wonder what you would be doing today
If so long ago you had not gone away
All this time later we all miss you still
And no doubt your family here always will
Your sweet little voice never uttered a cry
We whispered hello and then too soon goodbye
Years come and go, but know this to be true
In twenty-four more still we’ll love and miss you

Love you, our sweet Heather Rose Easterling
B/D April 18, 1990