My precious child, I long for your presence;
Your tender arms returning my loving embrace;
Your crystal clear eyes gazing into mine;
The gentleness of your hands and fingers, feet and toes;
The largeness of your infectious smile;
Shouts of gladness no more to be heard aloud;
My memory must recall the sound of your angelic voice;
Your life was cut oh so tragically short;
Your essence removed in one quick snuff;
But the light of your soul could not be dampened;
For it still shines like a guiding beacon;
Describing to me the way to be;
Allowing my grief to be used for God’s purpose;
Nagging my spirit to outreach to others;
Influencing me to minister to the least of these;
Encouraging me when I can no longer stand
Losing you my precious sweet girl;
Loving me as only Christ could do;
Enlightening me to God’s presence and will;
Seeing good works done reminds me of you;
My precious child how I long for you;
I wish for one more moment to be shared;
Life is so short, how cruel and true;
Eventually we will be united;
Saved by grace and holy guidance;
At last I will see your glorious being;
The angel of God that has been created;
Your gracefulness a sight to behold;
Our wings will then touch in embrace;
Until then my precious I shall always remember
Your soulful presence and lovely face …
By a Dear Friend, Debra Wolford