Our
little girl has left us
Just where she's gone I do not know
But what she's left behind
I'll treasure 'til my final days
In archives in my mind
Her contribution touched the hearts
Of many whom she met
In a special unique way
A way they can't forget
Our dear Michelle, who came to us
To teach us how to love
Has done her task so off she's
gone
Back to her place above
I feel so sad that she has gone
But feel relieved as well
She's free from her helpless cocoon
As far as I can tell
I give my thanks for what she brought
I've grown a lot since then
And may this heartache slowly die
And let me live again.
This poem was written by Sharon Kortas, feeling that death was imminent, 17 days before her daughter, Michelle died of Late Infantile Batten's Disease at the age of 5 years and 8 months. The poem was read by her mother at the funeral.