A monster took you on that autumn day
all you did was
innocently play
we prayed that someone would make that find
how much pain you have now left behind
your life was so short with those who care
there should have been more for us all to share
our hearts now have a painful tare
let’s hope you are flying high
with pure white wings in a sunny sky
For little April Jones. Aged five.
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