Poem called Mandy by Linda Casey appeared in Treasured Poems Of America
Tiny fingers grasping mine, Pretty baby sweet smile, Precious dimoles so fine, She was mine for such a short time, Reasons she went away, It's a mystery to one and all, No more to coo and play, She's went to heaven at God's call, Precious little Mandy, No more night wake up cry, No more kisses,... Sign in to see full entry.