Why Did Andrea Die?
by
Betty L. Myrick



I know a little girl that died.
She was my friend.
I know I'll always miss her. I cried.
Why did Andrea's life have to end?

I asked my mom. "No one knows," she said.
"All I know is that Andrea is dead."
I asked the man next door.
"Just her time to go," he said.
"Least that's what I've always heard before."

Then I asked her daddy.
He was so very sad.
"It isn't fair," he told me.
I think I made him mad.

"Please, God!" I prayed;
"Can you just show me why,
I lost my friend forever,
When I think of her, I cry.

If there was a reason,
That anyone could show,
If I could understand,
If I could only know.

Did her life on earth mean nothing,
That it was cut off so soon,
Like the sun that shines in the morning,
And gone again by noon?

Please, God, give me an answer,
That I might know for sure,
Why Andrea died and everyone cried,
For this child, so good and pure."

Then I came up to a tree,
That I had never seen before.
There was a school of butterflies,
Flying around and making more.

"You see these butterflies?" He said.
From a little voice inside my head.
"You see the cocoon, they were before?
Well, that is like an open door.

From just an insect, wrapped in himself,
They broke away and won their wings.
Andrea did the same as they,
And with the angels, now she sings."