A poem about a little girl
There is this
girl that was sweet.
I love her
even through she
was only with
us for a little while.
She was only
three years old.
She was daughter
of one of my
friends name Christy.
They was in
wreck and the
car that hits
them hits them
on the side
she was on.
She was asleep
so she never
see it coming
towards them she
was going to
someone that could
change the world
but instead that
driver change ours..
So this little
girl name Emma
is now up
there with Jesus.
The driver of
the other car
has died too.
So this little
girl will always
be an angel now.
She was so
cute but now
she lives in
heaven where she
was made from.
RIP 04/04/02-12/13/05
-Gene Conner
December 15, 2005