Scarlett
Ten little fingers,
Ten little toes.
Perfect little eyes,
A perfect little nose.
Something wrong inside,
A cure no one knows.
Twenty five days
Before she had to leave.
Twenty five days
And now we all grieve.
God's taken her home,
That's what we believe.
Ten little fingers,
Ten little toes.
Scarlett has left us
As tears of sorrow flow.
~~~~~~~~~~
Scarlett Vinova Davis
28/04/2014 - 23/05/2014
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