Posted on October 31, 2016
I never knew you, little thing
But I know you liked to sing
Gymnastics in your Grampa's yard
Your loving Grandma keeping guard.
I know you laughed and felt the sun
enjoyed a ton of simple fun
A 'borrowed angel', for a while
With such an honest, open smile.
I never knew you, little thing,
So busy playing on your swing
I never got to hold your hand
And tell you tales from wonderland
I never saw your purple bear
Fresh flowers in your nut brown hair.
I'm glad you strangers rallied 'round
I'm glad you felt so deeply bound
I'm glad your caring made a stand
Upon this great, but hurting land
I only wish in another way
To beam a thought Victoria's way
we love you, sweet heart, never fear
your memory won't disappear
'cos now you live where healing starts
Within our loving, broken hearts.
Last edited by Francis Meyrick on October 31, 2016, 10:45 pm