BEFORE I START THIS POEM, I WANT TO DEDICATE THIS POEM, IN LOVING MEMORY OF ALLISON, TAMARA COWLEY. AUG 27, 1997 TO MAY 2, 2002 AND HER FAMILY, AND GOD BLESS EVERYONE OF THEM.


She was their for me to love, sent straight from above, she's the apple of my eye, she made me laugh, she made me cry. Now each and every day, I can hear her laugh, can hear her play, being with out her, just not the same, one of those life unexpected things. She was born of an angels wing, Gods rare gift, just for me, Lord giveth and he taketh away, he sent his angels down one day, she was just four years old when they came calling, to take her home, cause she had fallen, as I held her hand, they carried her off to the promise land. She was to special to be, now her light lives on in me.