There is no hand so small that it doesn't leave an imprint upon the world.
How fading are the joys we dote upon,
Like apparitions see and gone;
But those which soonest take there flight,
Are the most exquisite and strong.
Like angels' visits, short and bright;
Mortality's too weak to bear them long.
When You Lose A Parent You Lose Your Past
When You Lose A Spouse You Lose Your Present
When You Lose A Child You Lose Your Future
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