She walked in the shallows of a sparkling river and dreamed under the lacy leaves of a weeping willow.
She danced upon the wind in a snow white gown as she picked little blue flowers in the fields of gold.
She played hide and seek with the mists of dawn as the stars faded away with the sun. She sang the song of the mourning dove as she chased after the colors of the rainbow. She would lie for hours on a sweet bed of grass reaching for sunbeams and roses.
She was such a sweet little girl, this angel child, so precious and so pure. She always saw the world with such innocent eyes. She was heaven’s child, so highly favored and so truly blessed. Just her presence alone, was God’s blessing to everyone she met.
She was a vision of pure grace as she danced among the flowers and Joy filled the air with her giggles and laughter. Her light blonde hair blew gently in the wind as she sang tenderly to the roses, bringing new life back to the wilted and weathered branches.
And on cloudless days and starry nights she would tell me the tales of God’s delight and of the secrets that waited in store beyond this life.
Her light blue eyes would shine as brightly as the sun, for they mirrored her souls pureness and beauty. I could feel through her eyes, all the love that God bestows. “Agape Love is the answer” she said as beautiful sparkling rainbows bounced around the room.
And then one day, upon golden wings she flew away, with all the divine wisdom that she had , which was way beyond her years, for she was only six winters old. And as her soul soared to the skies, for one precious moment, I saw Heaven in her eyes.
Sharon Milliman (c) 2016
Dedicated to my beloved granddaughter Raegan