Staring up with eyes that will never see the sunshine again,
All she sees is her plastic jail.
A mouth that will never warm the world with a smile again,
But, if only she could, would let out a wail.
The little darling all wrapped up,
Lying lifeless in the ground.
We all wish she could live once more,
But still she stays in a mound.
Only two years old and the Angel lay,
Dead and wondering where her mother went.
But soon an Angel came to take her to Heaven,
And that angel was God-sent.
Despite where she dwells happily today,
We wish she could tell us somehow…
Who would kill this darling?
And leave her like this now....
