Tony A Moore: Born 1971 passed away in 1997 he was 26
Children: Richard Moore & Nicholas Moore of Laclede County
Mother: Debbie Schmidt
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in Heaven
Where the love of our lost ones pours through
and shines down on us to let us know they are happy
How very softly you tiptoed into my world,
almost silently
Only a moment you stayed,
but what an imprint your footprints have left
upon my heart
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched,
they must be felt by the heart
-Shawn Wells-
to Aunt Deborah Schmidt this poem is dedicated to you for your son Tony! I love you Aunt debbie
Children: Richard Moore & Nicholas Moore of Laclede County
Mother: Debbie Schmidt
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in Heaven
Where the love of our lost ones pours through
and shines down on us to let us know they are happy
How very softly you tiptoed into my world,
almost silently
Only a moment you stayed,
but what an imprint your footprints have left
upon my heart
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched,
they must be felt by the heart
-Shawn Wells-
to Aunt Deborah Schmidt this poem is dedicated to you for your son Tony! I love you Aunt debbie
Tony A Moore: Born 1971 passed away in 1997 he was 26
Children: Richard Moore & Nicholas Moore of Laclede County
Mother: Debbie Schmidt
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in Heaven
Where the love of our lost ones pours through
and shines down on us to let us know they are happy
How very softly you tiptoed into my world,
almost silently
Only a moment you stayed,
but what an imprint your footprints have left
upon my heart
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched,
they must be felt by the heart
-Shawn Wells-
to Aunt Deborah Schmidt this poem is dedicated to you for your son Tony! I love you Aunt debbie
Children: Richard Moore & Nicholas Moore of Laclede County
Mother: Debbie Schmidt
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in Heaven
Where the love of our lost ones pours through
and shines down on us to let us know they are happy
How very softly you tiptoed into my world,
almost silently
Only a moment you stayed,
but what an imprint your footprints have left
upon my heart
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched,
they must be felt by the heart
-Shawn Wells-
to Aunt Deborah Schmidt this poem is dedicated to you for your son Tony! I love you Aunt debbie
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