HER LITTLE GIRL

The old trunk in the attic covered with dust
through the years.
She hesitated to look inside
as she knew her eyes would fill with tears.

Slowly she would open the cover and all the memories
of her little girl were there.
A photograph of her little darling with curls in her hair.
A tiny shoe, a teething ring, and a well worn teddy bear.
The memories were so vivid.
She felt as though she was there.

When her little girl was laid to rest
and an angel for her stone...
she knew that God would watch over her...
and take her to his throne.

At first, she could not comprehend
why this small life should end.
Oh, God, she cried ...it isn't fair
to leave me in such despair!

But God in his goodness and
mercy, gave her another darling in her place.
A little blue-eyed baby boy with the sweetest little face!

***UPDATE***
This poem is about my dear, sweet sister.