Francine

Blue eyes fly on angel wings.
My sweet babe in heaven sings.
Life was never kind to her,
Child of troubled mind,
A soul that was caged
Within this world,
A precious, damaged little girl.
Unwanted, discarded,
Object of so much disdain,
She never asked for so much pain.
But….

I would have loved her,
Had she lived,
Had death not taken her away.
I’d care for her
Day after day,
As though she were my own.
And now it is my joy to pray
For her spirit every day
That she is able now to play
With angels, for I know she’s home,
And she will never be alone.