Baby girl Sometimes it feels like forever Since I've seen your smiling face and some days it hurts so bad That it could've been yesterday that you left us all... Angel, I remember red-gold hair in an untidy ponytail rippling down your back. I'd scramble to fix it You were always so disheveled but so cute nonetheless I remember Baby doll, Weekend mornings wakening to find you Scuttling into my covers too tired to care I held you 'til you demanded Not asked; always commanded You little brat, That I get up and help you pick out your clothes I remember little child, Of brushing those silk rouge curls thinking all the while That you were my child my little bee The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil; Yea, it is even he that shall keep thy soul. Psalm 121 And I hope that you're with Him I hope that he loves you as much As I should've As much as I could've As much as I would've baby girl, if I had only known... You were sick so much but never did you give up Never did you cease to fight They drugged you so bad Little girl, sometimes I didn't even know if it was you! Honey, I'm writing this and crying sobbing for your memory which everyone should have Everyone should know. Just a baby Only six And some cruel fate could take you from us? But don't you worry You live on. I pray Everyday that I see your pictures On my wall On my shelves In the box that I keep of your things... You just turned eight Did you have a good birthday? Did you get those wings that you worked so hard for? White with sparkles, I know that's what you'd want. And all that plays in my mind is Jenna hitting the floor and my daddy Uncle Danny Danny McCoffee running to her Then me And mom holding you... your poor little Broken body wrapped in a blanket blue white pink yellow Somehow that matters You were just my baby such a little girl. And when someone says Angel You're the first person I see standing there defiant little grin... And I know that you're happy, you chose your own fate and would never have left If you knew that you weren't going to be better off with Him to hold you And Im trying bebe, you know that I am But sometimes the memory Of all that you were and all that you could have been Make me long for the days Of Barney and Rugrats and glitter and nailpolish and rocking you to sleep in my arms.