Why an angel had to die...

Today as I read about another little angel lost, I decided to write a poem, instead of totally loosing it (which I still may) at the thought of yet another precious life cut short:

Fly high butterfly
Dance with Jesus in the sky
As every day goes by and by
We ask the Lord why oh why

...Why an angel had to die.

We know that death is not a period,
But a comma in the journey Home
We will see you again someday,
Until then, in Heaven you roam.

Alexandra Mikaela 2008 All Rights Reserved (seriously)