In memory of an angel...

May the angels guide her now,
And watch her slightly curly head,
And lead her in their games.
To do there,what she couldnt do here.

She cannot come to harm.
Nothing can hurt her anymore.
She knows more than we know,
Her light is brighter far
Than daytime here below.

Her path leads on and on,
Through pleasant lawns and flowers,
Her baby blue eyes open wide
At grass more green than ours.
At the beauty of constantly blooming flowers.

With new friends like herself,
The shining girl will sing.
Her legs run and dance.
Exploring wondrous woods,
Sweet with eternal spring.

Yet, she is lost to us,
Far is her path of gold,
Far does the city seem,
Lonely our hearts and old.