Every year about this time,
I write a very special rhyme
for my daughter who suddenly passed away,
one early morning in the month of May.
She lives forever in my heart,
where I know we will never part
She often visits as I sleep,
with butterfly wings in a purple so deep
Singing to me throughout the night,
she then leaves me in the morning light
Sadly, she's gone....too young to go,
just as it happened ten years ago.
- Elaine MacMullen, Meriden