A spirit born and taken bestowing god’s plan,
A brief encounter of an angel at rest now holding gods hand.
Awaiting your arrival in heaven above,
Always dwelling in your hearts crying with silent love.
A small body of perfection not meant for earthly life,
But had to be born with your love through a porcelain vessel your wife.
Your daughter lives on and see her you will in time,
And if you ever want to hear her voice listen for those heavenly chimes.
As she goes on so must you,
For she watches from above through a vail so pure and true.
A kiss sent with a soft breeze giving you a chill,
For her return to innocence was gods will.
TINMAN