Her name is engraved in a thick propped stone,
long lasting proof her soul walked this torn land,
that she was loved far beyond the heaven stars,
and that God missed her so much he called her home.

What this cold standing stone doesnt tell a passer-by,
is that she would paint every nail a different color,
so that she could enjoy them all instead of one,
and deep here the most genuine child peacefully lies.

It doesnt tell of her anglic voice that still sings,
nor if the the voice that told me stories of frogs,
the voice that lifted up my buried heart everytime,
in this house her echos are heard for here she clings.

No words can begin to explain what kind of life she lived,
a torn apart and mixed matched life was hers to claim,
a back breaking setting yet she lived it with a smile,
and although shes far away i still feel the help she gives....

................ and how i miss her..................

~Tera~
DONT HATE

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