A Poem by Irene Burns

 

The face of a goddess,so beautiful so young
A life within a life taken so cruel.
Broken hearts that will never heal,only fondest
memories that seem so real,that if only if we could
reach out and take your hand,and tell you how much
we care and how much we miss you that your no longer there
and if we could ever release the sands of time,and have you
back to stay,we would hold you close in our arms each
and everyday,but now in heaven your an angel and will always
be in our heart and soul,an eternal memory of innocence that
will never ever go.
 

-for the Tate family