My little cousin
never becomes large.
That can no longer for they is dead.
Four years old, with yet a whole life
In which she yet could give so much to other
Linda, we love you as
And although I never more fit on you
You never will go from my thoughts
Bur are you for ever a little star a star at heaven,
straight by the moon.
Your family has lost
But now you are an angel
That for always will hear in heaven ..........