Her wistful brown eyes,
Her trembling hands and voice…
Her illness made surprise
She had forgotten toys.
She had forgotten names
Of people, whom she loved.
And longer were the days,
Her doctors justified.
Oh, nothing they could do!
And pills her won’t help.
She had forgotten too
How real air smelt.
And couldn’t see her eyes
And blood was cold in veins.
She’s not with us, she died.
And God her glorified.