Myra and Dave

that's just as beautiful as a dove.
A man who was never really known,
but he grew on us until he became our own.
Two beautiful girls sent for them to love,
two little angels sent from above.
Now that they have gone to their special home,
they now watch over their little angels while they hold them in a dome.
The two little angels now live with their half-brother,
they really should be with no other.
He has really grown into a great man,
gives his family everything that he can.
His wife a beautiful woman,
who loves those angels as if they were her own.
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Aunt Myra and Uncle Dave were killed in a car accident where another driver tried to commit suicide and failed. instead he landed on the van that Myra and Dave were in and they were both killed instantly. the little angels in the poem were my two cousins ages 12 and 13.