For Rachel
By Aunt Lori Lawson Poyles 
Such an unexpected tragedy
That sometimes doesn’t seem real.
Why did it happen?
And how should it feel?

Her name is Rachel
So innocent and sweet,
With ten little toes
on two tiny feet.

I never was able to see her
or to hear her specia1 cry.
Why did it happen
And why did she die?

She is my little niece
My sister’s first child
If only I could have seen her
For just a little while.