As she lay peacefully in her casket,
with her hands folded gently over
her chest; ‘tis a memory I’ll never
forget.
Three months old was the precious one,
the same one taken from me.
Her touch of love and innocence,
is something I do miss much.
Today they closed her casket,
I almost imagine her hands reaching
out before it completely shut.
I can hear her let out a yell, as
if she were years older. She
looks at me her eyes revealing
fear.
Tears, for the first time, tore
through my eyes, like a bird
to the wind. Then everything
disappeared.
Now she leaves me with the
peace of knowing that I’ll see
her again. See those sweet little
hands, and feel her sweet little touch
of love.
Done By: Tanya Severn
