Blyss in Heaven, the Poems

The day of my daughters funeral, the most horrible day of my life, I began a 65 day, daily visit to the cemetery. It was during these long, sad visits I found myself putting poetry down on paper. I dont remember writing most of the poems proving God had opened my mind and allowed my child to be my guardian angel, my muse. I believe my daughters spirit lead my heart to write what I felt and lead...