Broken and mangled,

she will be loved,

for her smiles,

don't push or shove,

for her love is shared with all,

hear the blessings as they fall.

For the tears she does not cry,

we don't dare ask god why.

For she knows,

and her smile shows,

in her heart,

her spirit glows.

Times are rough,

and tears are shed,

but she smiles and looks ahead.

For my beautiful baby sister,

know our love is always with her..