By William Large

Left behind that foreign land.
In true love took Barbara's hand.
She posessed two beautiful girls.
One straight hair other with curls.
The one straight haired young and dear.
Lived her life and did not know fear.
Name was Michelle, nine years old.
Was a great kid, did all she was told.
July, eight was such a tragic day.
God came and took her, Took her away.
She stays in mind and also heart.
Too young she left is the painful part.
We love that girl as she was so dear.
For some reason she's always near.
Pain we suffer has been nothing new.
Remember Michelle we always LOVE YOU.


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