As quiet as a mouse.
As qentle as a lamb.
Like a cool, quiet spring air,
She is rarely notice.
A child of heart.
A woman of few words.
An angel of joy.
A friend so true,
None much known.
Crystal clear green orbs,
Shining like a young child's
Ever filled with dreams and fantasies.
Joyful laughter like a young school boy.
Hopeful thinking like a babe.
A funny smile suits her well.
Slow movement fits her style.
Little being here on Earth
Brinning with her Heaven's joy.
She a gentle little angel friend.
