I didn't know she'd leave so soon
I didn't see the waning moon
Our time was such a fragile thing
An angel with a broken wing
Too soon to hear the choir sing
Too soon to hear its mournful tune
Too soon
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About the Author
Lea Ann Crisp is an award-winning writer who has always loved writing poetry and short stories. She first began writing children’s books when she was a young mother. She has published two children’s books, We Need the Dark and Ryan’s Pirates.
Crisp received national recognition for her work in graphic design and advertising before transitioning to a second career in Human Resources and ultimately starting her own business. She resides in the Ozarks where she spends as much time as possible in nature and is an avid birder. Besides writing, she enjoys painting and cooking.