Hannah

I still miss my little girl,
Hannah is her name.
Since she went with Jesus.
Nothing is the same.

When I see a little one,
my heart breaks right in two.
I always pray to the Son
For one last glimpse of you.

I saw a star in the sky,
streaking through the night.
A giggle floated right on by,
Her shadow in the the light.

Her little hand was held tight,
her laugh floats back to me.
In the quiet of the night
I know she is now free.