Heather's Song

Fleeting was your life my dearest one.
Darkness and light in one flickering candle.
A spark, a brilliant flash; it was done.

Your smile was so very beguiling,
Your eyes as blue as a cold mountain lake in spring,
Golden hair soft as an angle's wing.

In the midst of poverty you were born to shine,
A gift of smiles, hugs, giggles and song,
A little girl so badly wanting to belong,
With so few to play with, you had a right to whine.

Fleeting was your life my dearest one.
Darkness and light in one flickering candle.
A spark, a brilliant flash; it was done.

Your smile was so very beguiling,
Your eyes as blue as a cold mountain lake in spring,
Golden hair soft as an angel's wing.

Out of a vast array of music and lyrics
Somehow you managed to find your voice,
And exerted your freedom of choice,
With a rebel heart, to defy and taunt critics.

Fleeting was your life my dearest one.
Darkness and light in one flickering candle.
A spark, a brilliant flash; it was done.

Your smile was so very beguiling,
Your eyes as blue as a cold mountain lake in spring,
Golden hair soft as an angel's wing.

You were an instrument of the Lord God Almighty,
To teach patience with your obstinance,
To reflect our own darkest substance,
And test our true hearts' constancy.

Fleeting was your life my dearest one.
Darkness and light in one flickering candle.
A spark, a brilliant flash; it was done.

Your smile was so very beguiling,
Your eyes as blue as a cold mountain lake in spring,
Golden hair soft as an angel's wing.

That same Lord blessed you with many gifts.
Beauty of the fairest and a voice angelic,
Boldness, laughter and all artistic,
But one by one they were lost in your tragic rifts.

Fleeting was your life my dearest one.
Darkness and light in one flickering candle.
A spark, a brilliant flash; it was done.

Your smile was so very beguiling,
Your eyes as blue as a cold mountain lake in spring,
Golden hair soft as an angel's wing.

Your affliction empowered your bitterness,
Your bitterness fueled your anger,
How could you not become bipolar
As they battled with your happiness and sweetness.

Fleeting was your life my dearest one.
Darkness and light in one flickering candle.
A spark, a brilliant flash; it was done.

Your smile was so very beguiling,
Your eyes as blue as a cold mountain lake in spring,
Golden hair soft as an angel's wing.

Do not despair rescuer of homeless urchins,
Lover of stray dogs and rag dolls,
Seeker and friend to the worlds oddballs,
In the darkest, hopeless night His Son's light glistens.

Everlasting life for you dearest one.
The Son's glory with you a light eternal.
A spark, a brilliant flash; it is done.

Your smile is so very beguiling,
Your eyes as blue as a cold mountain lake in spring,
Golden hair soft as Your angel wings.

By Lori Dawn Vidak


In loving memory of my little sister.
November 22, 2014