An infant flew to Heaven
And still we wonder why,
A precious child was taken
Why did she have to die?

She held a life before her
But that was not her chance,
Her heart was made to wander
Her soul was made to dance.

The infant child was taken
Far from her earthen home,
Where golden stairways beckoned
And angels chose to roam.

Her destiny was echoed
From the moment of her birth,
Her purpose was far greater
Than what could be on this earth.

An infant flew to Heaven
And still we wonder why,
A precious child was taken
From her parents’ lullaby?

Her time was short but special
Yet, her legacy will live,
In the hearts of those who knew her
For the love she had to give.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection