Angel Child
Alice, as the August sun curled its hot fingers about your home two year old Annjanette rushed after her brothers heading for the school playground then, stumbled... You had no way of knowing this was the beginning, soon light would no longer make something of her laughter Annjanette would no longer speak or see or even crawl. If only you could turn time upon its side somersaulting backwards into those early years before metachromatic lykodystrophy began its crippling effects. The doctors said, Life expectancy: two months to three years. She lived to age eleven. I saw in her a unique story of winter courage, of a family who pulled forward together while cradling her fragile body warm in their arms like a baby. Annjanette, angel child, the time has come for you to speak and see and even run, may the angels tuck you safely into the Savior's open arms where your laughter will sparkle like luminous lanterns in eternity's gardens. Special child of God still trailing traces of silver from guardian stars, He shared your light with us but now has called you home. |