There’s a little angel sleeping,
In the clouds up above,
When I think of her soft, sweet face,
My heart so fills with love.

A little light glows brightly, still,
Nestled within her heart,
It’s fueled by all our memories,
Kindled right from the start.

She will never be forgotten,
My heart aches to the core,
But I smile when I think of her,
I wish I’d held her more.

We had a precious little girl,
Who loved to laugh and roam,
She rests within His Kingdom now,
For God has called her home.


“I wrote this for the funeral of a precious 8-month-old twin girl that meant the world to me. She was so bright for being so young, and I will miss her dearly.”

Sandra Reynolds

Sandra Reynolds

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Sandra earned her B.A. in English. She works part-time as a freelance writer and proofreader. Sandra was born in Massachusetts and currently resides in NYC with her fiance and their adorable pug.
Sandra Reynolds