Her hair was filled with locks of love--And her beauty matched that of a dove.
Her smile was as bright as the sun--
We all called her the golden one.
No “attitude”, and was so sweet--
That no other girl could compete.
Her faced matched that of any star--
We all knew she would go very far...
Then one day on the darkest night--
God took this star that shined so bright.
She battled hard but lost the fight--
We now gaze upon her precious light.
LaTasha B. (LB)
©2014
