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Denise Marie
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| God sent an angel down from above |
| We embraced her with arms of love |
| She is the oldest daughter of three |
| And we named her Denise Marie |
| She was beautiful, just like a rose |
| With strawberry curls and a turned up nose |
| She had a problem at the start |
| There was a hole in her tiny heart |
| We offered up so many prayers |
| God, himself, made the repairs |
| Now my little girl was whole |
| Relief was in my very soul. |
| She's talented, and brainy too |
| While the rest of us just muddle through |
| At problem solving she's the best |
| Her brain just never seems to rest. |
| She's not much for idle chit chat |
| She says she doesn't have time for that! |
| She's busy can't you see |
| Trying to take care of her family |
| To me she's a source of pride |
| When she's sitting at my side |
| Telling me of her hectic day |
| and of her pain that won't go away |
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She has Fibromyalgia that's the name |
| It hurts me to see her in such pain |
| She's been a blessing, more than one |
| I can never thank her for all she's done |
| When my marriage was over, it fell through |
| She helped raise her sister, a baby of two |
| Then she introduced me to her new "dad" |
| David and I married, and that made her glad |
| She went to college to be a teacher |
| She had to drop out, the family needed her |
| Illness and death came upon us |
| Denise took over without a fuss |
| Her baby niece, Gina, she raised as her own |
| And gave her a warm and loving home |
| and when Gina grew and flew the nest |
| Denise thought now she'd get a rest |
| But that day will never be |
| No, not for my daughter, Denise |
| There's other nieces, and nephews, you see |
| That always depend on Aunt Dee |
| She's my daughter my friend, my gift from above |
| Thank you God, for giving me Denise to love. |
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Mom, |
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