Samantha Marie Gaylin
Great sorrow pierces my inner thought.
Like a thorn pierced hand - it hurts a lot.
To know that the one that’s touched my heart.
Has gone before she had a chance to start.
Like a beautiful rose in Mid-Autumn bloom.
Lay my little Sammy in the nursery room.
True, a rose appears small, not so pretty at first.
And the same was with Sammy in the arms of the nurse.