From picture frames she smiles,
in delicate pose
the lovely baby daughter,
impatient to grow.
Here are her teddy-bears,
still scattered on her bed,
and the bookshelves of stories
which filled her young head.
The drawings in crayon,
of a world so new,
in colours of the rainbow,
Green, yellow and blue.
This bracelet that we gave her,
These ribbons in her hair,
The merry-go-round and ponies,
that she loved at the fair.
The schoolbooks filled with writing,
in a juvenile hand,
with stars and stickers pointing
to a future full and rand.
And then the memories come flooding
of a not so little girl,
Who hovered ever closer
to the young adulthood world.
A diary left half-open,
Favorite posters on the wall,
A list of telephone numbers
of the friends she loved to call.
Now alongside toys and books,
in grown-up pride of place,
Lie lip-stick, ear-rings and magazines,
the fashions she'd wear with grace,
On a bedside-table Photos
As in life they vowed to stay,
Her brother, her dearest girldhood friends,
We will remember them this way.
And from us now, she is silently gone,
How she held on for so long.
It breaks our hearts to say goodbye,
And we’re trying to be strong.
We will miss her every day,
and think of the times we shared,
But this bright young life which was taken away,
A sorrow without compare.