Angela Wybrow (Salisbury, Wilts, UK)
I can recall her as a teenage girl,
Sporting a mass of cascading curls.
She always had such a radiant smile.
She was willing to go that extra mile.
During her childhood, she found fame –
Many a person knew of her name.
On running marathons, she was keen,
Well before she reached her teens.
On TV and in newspapers, she appeared:
Her fundraising efforts were often cheered.
She travelled the world, far and wide,
Running with her father at her side.
In school productions, she was often seen,
And she once attended a Carnival Queen.
Within her heart, she had only good:
She lived her life as people should.
What life had in store, she had no idea –
She never dreamt that death was so near.
She had not yet turned forty-one:
She was full of life and full of fun.
She still had so much more to give –
I wish that God had let her live.
A husband and two children, she left behind:
Comfort in each other, I’m sure they will find.
Many a time, I think of her still -
I wish that she had never got ill.
For a time, it looked like her luck had turned,
But then her illness suddenly returned.
During her remission, I felt such relief –
Then, when she died, I felt such grief;
That her life was short, I feel it unfair.
Her wit and wisdom, she wanted to share.
Now that she’s gone, the world feels colder;
Now that she’s gone, she’ll never grow older.
A heavenly coat, this angel now dons,
But her shining spirit will always live on.
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