One day God was sad
and the only cherub
pure and perfect enough
to put a smile on God’s face,
flew
up,
up,
up,
into the blue, blue Heavens
to comfort Him
with her innocence
and her love.
Then,
to thank God
for eight glorious years with her mother-angel,
she, Michelle, released to us, God’s family,
the best gift she had..
her mother, Martie...
so that Martie
could bless and comfort us all,
worldwide,
with the love and happiness
that nurtured
and formed Michelle
to be worthy
of her, Michelle’s, perfect playground
in Heaven.
Bless you and thank you, Michelle.
The world is so very much richer for your perfect gift.
(7 February 2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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