Very few are the people who can always make you smile.
The ones who, no matter what, seem to make it all worthwhile.
When God sends down an Angel, indeed, one should praise that day,
Cause not much is left as an Angel flies away.
You thought she'd always be there as she had been for so long.
Her words were softly spoken but her emotion, so strong.
Her caring was so evident in every last word she'd say,
But who's left to care as an Angel flies away?
Her friendship is a treasure, one that I will ever trust.
But her tears are my reminder that Time turns all to dust.
Standing here, in what was her home, leaves me in disarray.
Cause all I can do is cry as our Angel flies away.
Heather, you will be greatly missed.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 11-02-1999).]