In memory of Ailie Anna Amalia Pearson,
"our angel of sixteen years" "Our Smiley Bug" May 15, 1984 - March 2, 2001

Sweet sixteen, of youthful hue,
the years, I try to turn,
Ailie, its like a permanent hole,
in which my heart still yearns,

Frozen walkways, begin this path,
in which I struggle soooo ... with pain,
"I ache for her" .... she whispered out,
and I hear her call your name,

Losing you, of golden smiles,
tressled locks of blonde,
that smile that you brought within,
how are "We" to carry on,

The light dimmed out the day you died,
without you it seems grey,
sweet, sweet one, of sixteen years,
we love you sooo .... today,

Reminising back on pictures,
and tiny written notes,
I'm lost within the pain I feel,
and the tears that seem to float,

"New days soon will find me .... peace",
I hear so many say,
but its so much to bear this loss,
when this angel flew away,

I keep you sooo ... deep within,
the pocket of my heart .... now bare,
who was that girl that changed our life,
and flutters with wings up there,

The spirit winds, I try to hear,
where I laid your soul to rest,
"I ache for her" ... I hear her whisper,
of youthful hue, then death!

Written by : Valerie Pearson
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