by Jill Palmer
My little baby came home to me
her Winter nap now done.
She's wrapped within the sweet, warm earth
beneath the loving sun.
Her Patchwork life so rich with love
a memory I'll hold tight.
Will stay my tears and calm my heart
and take me through the night.
Her absence is a burning anguish
that I must now endure.
Until the day that we unite
and I will grieve no more.
My little baby came home to me
to sleep her furry sleep.
And by her side I'll with her
aware our love will keep.