Morgan
Sometimes things happen in life,
No ream or reason why,
Losses are profound and wound the heart.
A beautiful dream dies, an angel is born.
She was loved before she lived,
Bright expectation of childish laughter.
A girlish giggle,
Gone before she could gift us with her presence,
Soft as a willow blowing in the wind,
God wanted her back again,
No ream or reason why,
I only understand my son hates me,
All upset with emotion I cannot ease,
I am worried and hurting,
Grief comes in waves,
Over losses that wound the heart,
She's God's angel once again.
Donna Layne Roberts
March 1, 1996
Copyright 1996
