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The first time I saw her, like everyone else she stole my heart
With her little cherub face, straight from Michael Angelo’s art
She never knew a day without pain; it would make a stone heart cry
And many was the night alarms and her mother’s tears were her only lullaby
We all watched her become sicker and we prayed to God and we all said what a shame
For we watched and waited for her second chance, that sadly never came
Now she no longer suffers, she has no more fears or pain we tried to ease
I imagine her soul is set free from her body, as a balloon upon the breeze
We wonder how in such a short time how all our live’s can be touched by one so small
Or with this much love left behind, sometimes how we can go on at all
For I realize it is better to let your heart love and that pain might be the cost
Than to become hard hearted and never love, that would be the greater loss
I ask God how could He take her like a balloon He set her free
But now I know I didn’t want her to leave, not for her, but for me
She changed us all and for the one’s that loved her; she made the world a better place
And in her honor her parents fight so no other child looses their critical race
With God’s help I realize that all this love she left behind is a beautiful legacy
For the world is such a better place because of one so small and another balloon
floats free.

Garry Shirley