Soft flaxen hair adorned her...
Blue eyes that filled the skies-
Cheek bones high framing her face-
Alas, tears tumbled down when she cried;
Perfect cupid bow lips-
A smile that would last for a while...
Classic nose and skin that simply glows-
But she walked in saddness for miles;
Beautiful face of a contest queen-
Graceful and lithe were her ways...
A heart filled with love for her God above...
But alas-numbered were her days;
Sorrow plays out so many ways...
When too soon death comes 'round...
It pulls at our heart and tears us apart...
With deserved wings- shes at last- Heaven bound;
In Remembrance Of Chelsea King.
Thank You Nancy Grace***
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem