by Lisa M Tidrow
Friday, July 26, 2002
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Missy, I remember you every day,
You were only 18 when you were taken away.
Ironically it was on your birthday you died,
And went over to the other side.
I couldn’t believe it when I heard you had cancer,
I would ask ‘why?’ but there was no answer.
You stayed to watch your baby christened,
And you were so happy , your tears glistened.
Then the next day it was all complete,
You went to sit at Jesus’ feet.
Can you believe your daughter is three?
What a great kid she turned out to be.
Your mother is raising Kyla as her own,
But making sure that her real mother is always known.
She knows she has a mother in heaven and one on earth,
Her mother in heaven was the one who gave birth.
You live on in the memories of your family and friends
Our thoughts of you will know no ends
I will always remember you with love,
And take comfort in knowing you’re in heaven above