Bells

Tiny hands hold my hear with promise sworn.

Giggly laughter surrounds my heart in love,

her wiggly toes touch the sky from above.

Oh, how I miss her so, my love is torn.

I repeat with joy, the day she was born.

The voice of an angel with wings of doves,

and slobbered kisses fit like hands to gloves.

Alas her memory is still in mourn.

I will join you soon my tiny daughter,

please shed not a tear for I will be fine.

Forever in my heart with love are thou.

I will travel across open water

just to have you, Annabelle, be mine.