In memory of Cynthia

My little girl loved to climb on my side in bed, laying her head on me and purring. she was so small and light but her heart was so big. She got me through the death of my husband her little grey and white face resting on my chest. She was scared of everything in the world especially people but she was different with me. I believe she came to me at a time of my special need and was called home before her time. I love and miss her every day but the love that she gave me will stay in my heart forever.

by Ann Lindsay Wright