Babies in my freezer,
Penny, when thought would only be one she wanted to cremated the baby,
After all of Lillies and two of Penny,the cat’s Penny asked if we meaning if I could bury them,
We’re not allowed to dig in the earth,
I can’t press down on a shovel or climb a ladder,
I will rake them all in the morning to a place I know,
Just off of consecrated ground and lay them by a tree,
Their little souls I will carry till I’m beyond dust,
They will ride the wind with all those who have gone before me and shall come after me,
Where bodies ho Matters not,
It’s the spirit that matters!
Nothing else but the spitit
Rides the wind when death takes the body,
Val Whitewolf 