God's Sweet Angels

passed from this life  tragically before it was complete.

They had so much potential, their lives only just begun,

everything to live for, now all is left undone.
 

The older at eleven, the first one to arrive,

the oldest of the sisters, was mama’s little helper.

Only a young girl, yet brave beyond her years,

so on that tragic night she went back for baby sister.
 

The middle only seven years, lived her short life with zing ,

mischievous and daring with an independent heart.

Frolicsome in nature, with her sisters danced and sang,

she did not know on that dark night that they were soon to part.
 

The baby not yet two, a tiny blond haired beauty,

like a fragile rosebud, life just beginning to unfold.

A cloud of curls around her head, the blue eyes of a cutie,

no way to know her future, her story left untold.
 

All precious, fragile gifts from God as all His children are,

grown beneath their mother’s heart, listening to the steady beat.

Each one a treasured miracle, all cherished gemstones rare,

how could we know their short lives would be as shooting stars?
 

Gone but not forgotten, each memory bittersweet,

bright lights each one, now shine on us from heaven.

Flowers in God’s bouquet, together now complete,

called from this earth by God above, to wait for us in heaven.