She looked at me and smiled
All I can remember, is that
Her smile was as pretty as the
Sun's ray on a gloomy day
The joy she gave me was as grand
As the pain I felt.
Somehow I knew I had prepared
Myself for this moment,
She squeezed my hand for the last time as she let go of it , it seemed as she was letting go of life. And as her angel took her soul bit, by bit, She still smiled.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
She looked at me and smiled
All I can remember, is that
Her smile was as pretty as the
Sun's ray on a gloomy day
The joy she gave me was as grand
As the pain I felt.
Somehow I knew I had prepared
Myself for this moment,
She squeezed my hand for the last time as she let go of it , it seemed as she was letting go of life. And as her angel took her soul bit, by bit, She still smiled.