Samantha Marie Gaylin - Poem by Dayle 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.

But as time dwindles by, the rose grows to the skies.
And the same was with Sammy - She became gold to my eyes.
Sammy more then touched my heart that day.
She touched my soul in another way.

A way in which each day I’ll keep praying.
For my little girl - Samantha Marie Gaylin...