When I think of you I think of a fairy godmother.
The Memories of when you brought me a porcelain angel.You always brought things to me and for me.
I was comfortable around you; I knew what death meant but you never! You were so loving and kind, I remember when my mom saidmom said that you die ,At first it was like it was not real you were a person that I admirer .It was like my heart was in shock mood.You were someone who was dear to me .I want you to know that I appreciate everything you did and have done for me .I am going to be like you a person who was that covering over my heart, a person who had a beautiful sense of humor, and a person who is memorable.
BY ASHELY CARR