God's Little Angel
My little Caylee
you were only three
how could someone have taken you from me
on a summers day
you went out to play
now someones buried you in mud and clay
but do not fret my little angel
for they will be caught one day
whether man or woman God will have his last say
as balloons and clowns will return that smile
gods taken your hand to hold for awhile
you will forever remain etched in our hearts
for God has given you a brand new start
though you are a millions miles away
I can still hear your laughter while you play
My little angel who I never knew
it makes me sick for those who had no clue on
how you could of been a doctor lawyer or a nurse to help the few
like I said have no fret cause God sent his crew
to return his little angel and start anew
for their is other parents that will love and hold you
In Loving Memory Of Caylee Anthony
RIP Sweetheart
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2008
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