MoKa

2009 - 2011

Memory:
Into my heart's treasury I slipped a coin,
That time cannot rust, nor a thief purloin;
Ah, better than the minting of a gold-crowned king, is the safe-kept memory of a lovely thing. MoKa, you brought so much joy into our heart and soul. We miss you oh so dearly. I love you so much baby girl.