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Anna

February 2, 1946 - May 9, 1999

When somebody dies,
a cloud turns into an angel,
and flies up to tell God
to put another flower on a pillow.

A bird gives the message back to the world,
and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry.

People disappear,
but they never really go away.

The spirits up there put the sun to bed,
wake up grass,
and spin the earth in dizzy circles.

Sometimes you can see them
dancing in a cloud during the daytime,
when they're supposed to be sleeping.
They paint the rainbows
and also the sunsets
and make waves splash and tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars
and listen to wishes.
And when they sing wind songs,
they whisper to us,
don't miss me too much.
The view is nice
and I'm doing just fine.

- Ashley

The graphics on this page have been made
expressly for me by Miss Maggie.
and may not be taken for any reason.
A lot of work went into this page
to make it unique.
Thank you in advance.

A big thank you also goes out to Blue Mountain Arts
for giving me permission to use the above poem.

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