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.