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ELLA’S SONG

Ella, Ella, made of spunk and angel wings. Ella, Ella, can’t wait ‘til you come home. I’d jump up to the heavens and latch onto a star. I’d grab onto a miracle, but then that’s what you are.

Ella, Ella, sapling small, but large as time. Ella, Ella, can’t wait ‘til you come home. Don’t know about tomorrow. Can scarcely hold today. But seeing you in Daddy’s arms makes this moment okay.

Ella, Ella, lots of folk know your name. Ella, Ella, can’t wait ‘til you come home.

Beauty shines through broken glass. Just wipe the shards away. ‘Cause we can’t wait to learn from you, to watch you grow and play.

Ella, Ella, made of spunk and angel wings. Ella, Ella, can’t wait ‘til you come home.

By Terry Petersen   9/22/09

Ella spent the first two months of her life in Children’s Hospital. This song was written for her then.