Celeste Marie Hall Tribute

GOOD MORNING SWEET ANGEL............

We are the ones God chose to take
We are the ones you could not wake
We are the buds you see on a tree
We are the ones whose spirit runs free.
We are the bulbs you may plant in the spring
We are the sound when you hear the birds sing
We are the ones that could not cry
We are the ones he chose to die.
Our tears are the tips of the morning dew
We are the ones that you never knew
We are the rain that’s left on the grass
the test for life we did not pass.
We are the bees you hear hum
W had no voice to call you
We are the forest that fragrance the wood
to be with you, if only we could.
We are the sun, the clouds, the moon
We are the blooms that went to soon
We are the stars that shine above
We are the ones you could not love.
Forget-me-nots that’s what we are
We grow in your garden not very far
W are the heart broken in two
We are the ones who belong to you.
We are the ones you could not share
We are the empty space you see there
so really you see us in every way

FORGET-ME-NOT FOR EVERY DAY.

I thought this was just a sweet poem and I had to put it up for everyone to see.  Lots of love to you my little angel