Laken Angela-Mary Bennett

Laken Angela-Mary Bennett
BD-12.25.2009 DD-01.04.2010

She was our Christmas miracle that was called back to the heavens to watch over us.
United States of America

"crying isn't secret its the art of how we grieve"

God saw that she was getting tired, And the cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around her, And whispered, "Come with Me."
With tearful eyes we watched her suffer, And saw her fade away. Although we loved her dearly, We could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, Busy little hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.
It's lonesome here without you, We miss you so,
Our lives aren't the same, Since you went away.
When days are sad and lonely, And everything goes wrong,
We seem to hear you whisper, "Cheer up and carry on."
Each time we see your picture, You seem to smile and say, "Don't cry, I'm in God's keeping, We'll meet again someday."