AUNTIE LIZZY

There is a young girl called LIZZY
Who is as bright as the sun can shine
And once a week
With a tissue in hand
She only sat by me
She made me weep, she made me cry
Then she dried my sadness away

If it were not for LIZZY
I would not be here
To say these words of thanks to her

If God is missing angels
You must stay where you all belong
At Stowell Street
Where angels reside
Who are all called LIZZY

With Gratitude to Cruse Bereavement Care

 

©Paul Davidson
2001