This page is dedicated to the people who continue to devote their time, energy, and resources for Ayla’s return, be it safe or in spirit, to her loving family. You truly are Ayla’s Angels… Please feel free to leave your prayers and wishes for Ayla.
Pallaso – It’s Cold Music Video “Tribute To Ayla Reynolds” Lyrics [Link]
Pallaso – It’s Cold Music Video Download Video [Link]
Dear Ayla – Sharon Odom & Family
Bring Ayla Home – Eva
Missing Ayla Reynolds, Without You – LostNMissing
Ayla Reynolds, Tell Me Where She Is – LostNMissing
Happy Birthday Mommy, from your Buggie – LostNMissing
I am small I need your help to tell it all My two little feet can only go so far and so deep How can you look in my eyes and keep all the lies Can you not see all the fears in my tears Can you hear my heart Its been pounding from the start Please call my mommy I promise she’ll come get me I only have a little voice so please make the right choice
Written by a talented 9 year old girl named Kylie
Please Mommy don’t you cry I am waiting for you to hug me again I love the secrets you tell me at night I hear yor prayers and see your dreams I watch over you every day I wish I could take your pain away It makes me sad to see you cry I am with the angels up in the sky God told me, I will be with you forever It is just hard to wait because there is so much to tell you You are the one who loved me so much I miss your hair and your gentle touch Please don’t think what happened is your fault I am happy now and feel loved all day long There is only one thing wrong Half of my heart is there with you When we meet again, my dream will come true,
JumpSuitForJustin – Blogger
May winter’s end reveal a beloved blossom unfolding. Delicate and untouched. What the heavens weep springs forth everlasting.
Jazzie – Blogger
The moment you first saw the light of day, You sent Mommy’s heart ringing in a never ending way…
Lighting up her life the suns brightest ray, like a child such as you could do in a very special way…
Her arms wrapped you up with happiness and love, a precious gift was given from the Lord up above…
You are her life her shining light, her heart is holding you so tight…
Hold out your hands and hold out your hearts, reach for one another… Mother to baby, Baby to Mother ~~
Shari Farley – Blogger
~My Little Butterfly~ For Trista
Today a little butterfly flew by me. I thought to myself where have you been little butterfly. You come into this world as a cocoon all by yourself and blossom into this beautiful butterfly and fly off to see the world. What you don’t realize little butterfly as you flutter through your days is how you touch those around you in your soft gentle way. You don’t even realize the wonder and awe you create around you. she fluttered her wings toward me as if she was waving good-by as she headed towards the horizon. She looked very happy and content as she went on her way, as if to say to me “Don’t worry I’ll be okay”. I was sad to see her go for she had touched my heart in such a way that I knew my life would never be the same. She had left an imprint of all the beauty life has to offer. I knew each time I looked at another butterfly or horizon I would remember our moment in time when it was only her and I. I knew I would be a better person all because this little butterfly flew by me one bright sunny day.
Ayla, if I knew where you are tonight, I’d read you a story. I would point out stars and make up funny names for them to amuse you. I would sing songs to make you laugh, I’d sing you a lullaby, and pray over you. Ayla, I’d let you know you are not forgotten, I’d make sure you know you have not been left for some new kid in town. I’d show that you are truly loved and not some passing fad. Ayla, justice for you is worth all time and labor that’s involved. It is more than a time filler, hobby, or even passion, it is a truth that must be realized! No boredom, silence, nor apathy should ever be allowed to halt it! Ayla, the words to convey all I want to say elude me. There is so much more I want you to know, you deserve to know. A whole world you are deprived of.
Mr. Mountain – Blogger