Mary was sixteen years, nine months, 14 days old when she died.
You were just beginning to bloom,
My beautiful daughter,
When without warning
The frost cut you down,
The cruel frost of death.
Such a bloom on your cheeks,
Such lustre in your hair.
Then at a stroke, no more.
No explanation,
No apparent illness.
But gone never-the-less,
Taken away from us
In the first blooming of your youth.
And why? is on our lips and in our hearts.
Sixteen years we cherished you
And watched your progress.
Such a healthy, happy child,
With such love of life.
You entered into life
Enjoyed your growing powers,
Shared friendship,
Were a good companion to your friends.
And then one night you slept
To wake no more.
How devastating a blow
For your family and friends.
We celebrate your short life
And mourn your passing.
By: Author Unknown
Mary was sixteen years, nine months, 14 days old when she died.
You were just beginning to bloom,
My beautiful daughter,
When without warning
The frost cut you down,
The cruel frost of death.
Such a bloom on your cheeks,
Such lustre in your hair.
Then at a stroke, no more.
No explanation,
No apparent illness.
But gone never-the-less,
Taken away from us
In the first blooming of your youth.
And why? is on our lips and in our hearts.
Sixteen years we cherished you
And watched your progress.
Such a healthy, happy child,
With such love of life.
You entered into life
Enjoyed your growing powers,
Shared friendship,
Were a good companion to your friends.
And then one night you slept
To wake no more.
How devastating a blow
For your family and friends.
We celebrate your short life
And mourn your passing.
By: Author Unknown
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