Ginger Painter of Rainbows
A lovely lass gone before seven.
Born with a fast pass straight for heaven.
Why a charming child should die so young?
Cracking the hearts of her loved ones.
For all who have struggled with the why.
Our mother penned the perfect reply.
Carved it on her gravestone so we,
And all the rest of the world could see.
God required her sweet little hands
To paint his rainbows over our land.
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