by Nita Vincent (Here is my poem about my 25 year old daughter lost to cancer)I have an angel on my shoulder. She whispers in my ear. Her voice is soft and gentle And no one else can hear. When I'm tired and lonely It's comfort that she brings. When I'm filled with happiness I hear her laughter ring. My Angel's very close to me I even know her name. And though I cannot see her I love her just the same. She now has no more suffering And gone is all her pain. I believe with all my heart We'll someday meet again. An Angel's job is taxing It's as hard as it can be. I hope she doesn't get too tired Looking after me. Yes, my Angel's with me From morning til the night. I know as long as she is here Everything will be alright. So when my days are over I'll not pass in fear. I know my Angel's waiting to lead me home up there.