Remembering is easy,
but you think the past is best forgot.
Prayers appeared unanswered,
but you think that was just your lot.
But God was listening,
to the angels He was whispering,
her life will be a witnessing,
not a wasted birth,
to all the lives she touches
on this planet Earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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