When she's dead, people will remember
Her as loving and caring for
Others and always standing up for them.
She loved her God and her family,
Her best friend sometimes made her mad,
But she never ceased to love her.
Her mother was her rock and shiled.
Though she was sick, she was always there.
Father is hardworking, yet shy.
She was exactly like her dad.
Though rough patches, she made it out
But broken heart felt more like home.
The people she knew meant more to her
Than they ever imagined.
Her bones brittle and her muscles weak,
She went through hell in her short life
But always kept her faith strong.
Her God kept her going on.
