by Caoimhe Br?nbsp;Laverty
I often sit and think of you,
wonder how life seems so still,
without a thought that you're no longer in our lives.
I am but 18, my days have been very few.
You lived many years before me, yet it never felt like that.
It seems to me that if most could have lived as you,
we wouldn't have as much trouble in our lives.
My mother and I sit and think of you,
our "little angel!"
The thought of the word often just makes me want to cry.
The sound of your name brings the teardrops to my eyes,
yet there are few who I can talk to, who know what I want inside.
But you lived your life simply...
ohh, to have had the chance.
You went from our lives in May, when I was stressed with exams.
I just couldn't understand...
Why is God doing this? Why NOW?
But I guess like all things in life that I don't understand,
it's all part of God's plan.
So when August came I saw the good you and he did,
guiding me and directing my path.
It's then that I realized what indeed you had done.
To think that I worried, when I knew I was in safe hands.
For you are there with him now, praying over us all still.
There isn't a day that goes by when I don't think of you.
But you don't need me to tell you,
For that you already know...
For Bridgit, Aunt, Angel,
I know you'll always care.