Entering a gathering due to loss
Her head lifting as she looks across
My heart twisted seeing her grief
Nothing we possessed could give relief
Eighteen years old a child herself
Eye swelling tears burst crying myself
Kneeling beside her holding her tight
Nothing we could say would make it right
Eight weeks prior she had a baby girl
Big blue eyes a head full of curls
Four in the morning the phone rings
We knew this was not a good thing
Grandma screams, grandpa tries to revive
Tiny limp body praying she would survive
Call of the Angels came whisking her away
To her Heavenly home where she will play
Family and friends gathered as one today
First time in years putting anger away
My eyes capturing such a glorious sight
A child will lead them toward his light
She accomplished what we did not see
Life is preciously fragile loving is free
Thirty adults were changed that day
As one little Angel was whisked away.
Kayla
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