Here is an older poem of mine (about 2008) that I found in my email and decided I’d post. If, by the end, you have any questions or comments, feel free to leave a message! Here she is:
She hides her pain behind a smile
For soon after a while
She feels her life slip away
And there’s nothing she can do to make it stay.
Fate, karma, call it what you like
But this young girl, didn’t learn to ride a bike,
She stays inside, covered in fluff
The doctor said she can’t afford to play rough.
So this young girl, is bedridden, now
And her parents, they just can’t allow,
For her to live life normal anymore,
But still this young girl, died at age four.
Everyone said she was sweet as honey,
Nothing could add up to her, not even money,
She was carefree and beautiful, not rude a bit
Funny how one little thing can change all of it.
Everyone told stories, of all her angel days,
Some even swore, they saw her glowing rays
Well now for sure she’s safe and happy,
Looking over everyone, especially her family.
Her halo bright and beautiful, just above her head,
She’s running, playing, in their hearts, for sure she isn’t dead.
She’s making up her years in heaven, city beyond the cloud,
Watching every day go by, Protect My Family, she vowed.