My name is Lateefa Moore. Baby Davon Jr. was my first and only grandchild. His father is my son Davon, and his mother is the daughter i have always wanted. Her name is Rachel.  They are two young parents who lost their baby boy. He contracted an infection in the hospital after Rachel had an Emergency cesarean section. They are still trying to figure out how  you love someone so much after 10 short days of meeting them for the first time. We need help for our baby's home going celebration. This poem decribes our love and sentiments best.

Heaven called home an Angel;  I know they exist.
Ours was a ravened-haired baby boy,
not one of us could resist.

A miracle visited us for such a short stay
But Heaven opened it's gates, and with loving arms, God had his way.

Our beautiful baby, who changed hearts, minds, and spirits for the better.  We need your help to celebrate him;  That is why we write this letter.

He was a tiny messenger we all claimed as "mine."
We want to send him running, laughing, and playing, to his Heavenly Father, a soul divine.







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