My Sister went through this heart breaking ordeal. I wanted to write a POEM to reflect the hurt a little bit.
Up Lifting Spirit
Emma May was warm and secure,
swimming in her world so pure.
It was time for her to be, a
human being of reality.
Emma slid down towards the light.
The wee tunnel leading out, felt right.
Once outside-Emma hesitated…
and her light- dissipated…
It’s in God’s backyard, She will play.
Sister Emma’s in Heaven today