Spirit of Christina Marie 10/14/85 - 4/14/04
©†¥†© I sit here and think about every were you have been. The morning that you came to me, riding in the wind. Seeing through your spirit as you gently stroked my arm. You said to me so lovely, with your soft-spoken charm, ""I love you mama"". My how you warmed my heart! Just then I woke to find... Sign in to see full entry.