Here from her neck I saw
her life like a show.
I was her chain
her love for me was there in her every single vein.
When did that happen?
Why did she go to visit heaven?
She cried.
She cheered.
She had more to go
and she never wished to bow.
She was a tyro
and a callow.
She was an angel.
She laughed like the sweet sound of bell.
She was fine
till the age of nine.
The weird song of death sang round her,
which was an end to all her cheer.
Never told a word,
when she went to her great god.
WRITTEN BY ME(her mourning chain).