Today is the anniversary of the day our family lost our
beloved Shirley. Too soon, too young.
It was so long ago, that awful day,
When the voice on the phone called to say,
Your little girl has passed away.
Your tiny body was so twisted and frail,
With dark hair up against skin so soft and pale,
And big blue eyes that would light up without fail.
Your auntie said to me these words a while ago,
It's because we're selfish that we don't want you to go
But God knows better when you are hurting so.
He called you home to be with Him,
And took away all the pain and suffering,
And set free the spirit trapped within.
The days come and go, year after year,
But the pain and grief is still hard to bear,
And the memory of that day always brings a tear,
Even though you are no longer here with us,
It comforts me to know you are there with Him,
So let your spirit soar and always be free.
Your memory will forever live within me.
Love, Mom
Gone forever, but forgotten never.
Shirley Ann Nov. 17, 1961 - Sept. 29, 1978
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