State Of Grace

State of Grace

How precious you were my darling,
To even those you did not meet.
Your mom and stepdad didn't love you,
As much as strangers in the street.

Blonde and gentle with an open heart,
You so desperately did crave,
The affection from a mother arms,
But only pain and hurt they gave.

Even at point of death you called her
Reaching out your dear little hands
As you lay dying from fractures
Blood-striped with leather brands

“I love you mommy, I love you so”
You pleaded and you cried
But there came none to save you
And on a cold tile floor you died.

Set adrift like an immortal baby Moses
Floating now painless on Galveston’s Bay
Coming to rest upon on hallowed ground
Where the fisherman found you that day.

You were named, “Baby Grace”
A sweet, precious, sneaker-shoed baby.
Even in death you were angelic
A miniature and gentle young lady.

Not in vain is your death little Riley,
For blessed by most divine intervention,
You’re an angel comforting ones like you,
Guiding their little feet home to Heaven.

In Memory of Riley Ann Sawyers
Born :March 11, 2005
In Heaven: July 24, 2007

by: Kimarie Manhart-Freeman