Twinkle twinkle little star

Twinkle twinkle little star,
how I wonder what you are.

Could you be gifts from those we love?
Who now reside in heaven above.

A sign from those so dearly missed
That the here ever after, does exist.

Is that why a robins breast is red?
They catch the soul as it leaves the dead.

The single white feather that floats to the ground
Left by an angel whose wings make no sound.

The smell of a rose once in full bloom.
The feeling of warmth in a cold room.

The sound of their voice, soft in your ear
At the darkest of times, to ease the despair.

The sun as it breaks through the blackest of skies
The kindness of strangers, with love in their eyes.

Reminders all, that they once did live
And even in death, have still more to give.

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