Life
I looked at a little Christmas angel that had faded with the light of the window. Her pink press had turned white. Her little halo had lost its glow.
Life had taken its toll. And while all the other little angels were folded carefully into tissue paper and looked forward to another Christmas she was felt alone on the sill faded and jaded.
A bit life life I thought.
For all our extended family members who have to face the unthinkable, you still shine as bright as you ever did in our eyes xxx.
Gemma Hill Writeyou Writeme 