In Loving Memory of Cassandra Elaine Bulot <br /> <br />Last night I held my daughter <br />singing her songs <br />and in the morning when I woke <br />she was gone <br />her mother held her body <br />and wouldn't let go <br />she stood there screaming, sobbing <br />'no! '...'please don't go! ' <br />Borrowed Angel, we left you sleeping well, <br />but you were taken from, the arms of us <br />and given back to god <br />now in the night we cry <br />because we love you so <br />Cassandra our Borrowed Angel. <br />The first time I held her ever <br />she stole my heart <br />then two months later <br />tragedy tore it apart <br />but somewhere above I know <br />our angels' home.<br /><br />Larry Bulot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/borrowed-angel/
