She like butterflies
She likes the park
with the warmth of the autumn sky
The swings and screams
going down the rocket slide
Climbs the rock wall only to get to the top to hide
She knows soon she has to leave
Gazes off into the blue sky, she believes.
 

She's a fighter
A star igniter
Been through every theater
Nothing's ever beat her.
 

She's a rough rider
Visits delight her
She may be tired
But she still has missiles yet to be fired.
 

Now, I can't explain
I can't feel her pain
Not a clue
What she's been completely through.
 

So what do I do?
Stopping t o precipitate
Many many prayers resuscitate
As angels wait.
 

Another vein bleeds
She pleads
She knows soon she has to leave
She believes
She's past tears
I've never seen her cry
Calmly with no fears
Just gaze off into the blue sky.
She's more prepared than I.

(c) 2006

Written in Memory of Breanne Daws
Sunrise July 8, 1996
Sunset March 22, 2007
The day her Lord she met Feb. 28, 2004

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