Grace.

Gone is she.
Flown away.
Taken in the quiet night.
Rested upon Angels wings to heaven she takes flight.
Missed is she.
Upon this earth.
So precious was her little smile.
No longer can we hear the gentle laughter all the while.
Young was she.
Not yet one year.
Yet forever will her memory shine.
With the hearts of thsoe she knew, those her shared her time.
Grace was she.
Her names true meaning.
Kiaya, loved and lost so soon.
Now she sits in heavens cradle watching with the silvery moon.