Memories of the lost

A poem dedicated to a late friend. not edited feedback plz

the days fly by.
There is always a bird in the sky,
but what happend that day,
was that of dismay.
amanda was taken away.
So at the knees of death she must obay,
but we know it is not the end,
because To heaven she will asend,
You see, in a land of minor mortals,
the unknown lies beyond deaths protals.
This idea should not be one of sorrow,
but should let us wake easy the next marrow.
knowing that we lived a good life with her
means that her eternity, we can ensure,
and In the hearts of all,
she will live on strong and tall.