I imagine there is no greater pain for a parent than the loss of a child. But, for these parents, who so unselishly donated her organs so others may live, there are no words.
Eilidh, Oh radiant one as your name imparts You left too soon for our broken hearts We miss your smile and impish ways And how you brightened up the gloomiest days Loved child of God in Heaven reposes In gardens of lilacs and the sweet scent of roses Playing with others as you never could here Flying among the stars without ever a care Waiting so patiently for those you love Knowing they’ll be there soon enough So keep the faith down here on earth We never die, just transit this birth Into God’s realm of Peace and Love ©Deborah M. Kelly June 22, 2021
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