-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She left this earth to be with God October 25th, 2002 (my birthday). She was hit by an SUV OCtober 15th, while on her bike on her way home from school. She lived for 10 days, and died in the hospital. Only 11 years of age, she will continue to be in our hearts forever. She will NOT BE forgotten. She has left behind a strong couragous mother, Sharon and her brother Tristan, her father, nurmous aunts and uncles, grandparents, and wonderful friends. Its been almsot a year since her death, But not a day goes by that i dont think of her. About the Poem Death is such a hard task-master. A child's death is the hardest to understand. But, from all experience is born new knowledge. If we but look and hope, new life can be found beyond the tears of grief. The Weight Of The Butterfly Flower by Martie The flowering peach, a daughter's bloom, each February she lived in tiny pink bud. Her tree fed my memory, flitted across my vision with nectar so sweet with sorrow that the sky wept. Oh, such weight the delicate pink butterfly flower held. It took her place somehow and lived for her each year. A tree-gift from the fluttering girls and boys of second grade, now almost middle aged with children named Aliza, perhaps. She will always be eleven, the bright and moving child of my youth, so spark and full of fire. The first that captured my heart and held it, she holds it still. She died again this fall, Aliza, her leaves turned and bid a final tremble to the ground. The tree no longer lives, just a sentinel stark and bleak its gamine trunk. But under the canopy that burned my heart again from brown and rotting leaves emerges the everlasting circle of creation, a fragile new beginning strong with claims of yes. taken from: http://www.netpoets.com/poems/death/1550001.htm

Love Always and FOREVER ~K@ty~

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