
Eileen L. Zacherl
3/14/1942 – 1/12/2012
My Angel in the Sky
Each day I look to heaven,
each day I call your name.
Each day just feels so different,
It hasn’t been the same.
Each day I always question,
I often wonder why?
You had to go away from me,
My Angel in the sky.
I keep you in my memories,
since we’ve been apart,
and I’ll always have a part of
you locked safely in my heart
Love Always,
George Zacherl
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