A mini tornado,
Storming through my house...

Threatened by the open seas,
Fearful of the storms ahead...

Here
I stand...

The stars could never shine more bright than you,
For you my love, are brighter than the skies...

With tear filled eyes, I write,
Tears soaking this ink filled page...

Sweet Angela Christine,
Little sister from above...

Your heart is like the
Ocean tides beating...

The mind is but a battlefield of pain,
Decapitating ev'ry joyful thought...

Illuminating my life, you
Nourish my soul like fire...

Hush little one,
Your mother's here...

~A~
~tear...

~~~~~~
~The pain is but a memory of you...