hear our anguished cries, O God!
why do the loveliest ones die young?
she had her daddy’s perceptive eyes
that saw beyond this world’s pretense;
she had her mother’s tender heart
that loved beyond this world’s ache.
Erica belonged to a better, purer world.
depression’s demons
pushed her till she fell,
desperate to escape.
her mortal body broken but
her timeless spirit caught in
arms of compassion
and carried home,
like lost lamb on gentle
Shepherd’s shoulders…
Lord, carry us in our grief!
For my friend and family who lost their sweet daughter/sister. Read Erica’s obituary here.
a poem in my pocket 
You must be logged in to post a comment.