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My Lakota Angel Girl Thoughts of the rippling pain, that brought you into this world, does no justice -- cannot compare -- to living without my Lakota angel girl. Sole survivor am I, to the memory of holding you, through the tears -- I let you go -- into the ground sad, sad moments few. Once I dreamt of you, and I held your tiny hand, o'er a bridge -- into the light -- I sensed your need to have your mother again. Our relatives keep an angel, we stranded on earth just couldn't do, ne'er goodbye -- only silent cries -- held inside my chest where I fore'er hold you. In memory of Elza Jean, my daughter, born/reborn on July 16, 2005