When you were only thirteen
you were called away,
Called up to heaven,
one Autumn day.
Your life was short,
you were so young.
God must have thought
your purpose on earth was done.
Everytime I think of it,
I get a cold chill.
Just thinking about
how alone you are high upon that hill.
Deep in your grave,
you lie sound asleep.
The tears we all cried,
the memories ,we all keep.
I know that someday
we shall meet again;
but,until that day
the memories are deep within!
This poem was written for my sister;whose,life on this earth was taken by
a house fire at a very young age.
You are dearly missed my friend.I Love You!To sister Sarah Anne Clark.