April Morn

On a morning in April she was born.
So her Mother named her April Morn.
She was beautiful with a full head of hair.
The birthing of a nine pound girl her Mother had to bare.

At the age of three her hair was blonde.
With big eyes the color of the sky beyond.

When she reached the age of thirteen.
Her beauty had already made her a queen.
With a glowing smile all over her face.
You could become captivated by her charms and grace.

Then suddenly the Lord took her away.
She died near her fourteen birthday.
My heart was broken a part of me died too.
I could'nt understand why he took her so soon.
For along time I suffered and cried.
With the memory of her the pain was deep inside.

One night as I lay thinking of her.
She appeared my beautiful angel from out of nowhere.
With her sweet voice she told me.
She was where all of the Lords' angels should be.
I love you Mommy and I always will.
You know the Lord has done his will.

I began to accept the loss of April Morn.
When she came to me an angel of the Lord.