Obituary of Elaine Marie Poier

If the petals fall too soon. But every life that ever forms, Or ever comes to be, Touches the world in some small way For all eternity. The little one we long for was swiftly here and gone. But the love that was then planted is a light that still shines on. And though our arms are empty, Our hearts know what to do. Every beating of our hearts says that we do love you.