The Daughter

With a daughter
Who made each day count,
There was laughter
And wonder about.
One day she died...
Mysteriously fast!
The mother tried
To make the memories last.
Often she felt half dead
Missing those magical days.
Constantly prayers were said,
Seeking to understand God's ways.
Then, one day, new life
Stirred wondrously within!
The future now looked bright.
Tender mercy had been given!
Once a memorial of her
The girl's room was remodeled and cleaned
Purpose grew within the mother
And with hope for the future, she dreamed

gone but not forgotten

the irreplaceable Kiera