A few years ago a couple of friends lost their young daughter. I was asked to say something at the funeral. I was honored but it wasn't long after my father's death. It was hard but after days of writers block I came up with this.


Always An Angel

Sometimes it takes a special soul,

For you to always know,

That God does exist.

They are put on Earth for reasons we don't understand,

But when you hold their hand,

You feel a presence that you can't explain.

In their eyes is a world we can only dream of,

One filled with nothing but love,

When their job in the world has been completed they are called home.

Of course our lives will never be the same,

And we will cry when we say their name,

Remember they would want us to be happy!

So as we are reminded that life is short,

And as we are it will hurt,

But like my dad, Paige was always an angel!



Poetry by Shannon Ann Britto
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Written on 2017-05-26 at 13:13

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