Mom's P.O.V,
Here I am,
All alone.
You left me,
I'm on my own.
I often go to your grave,
I leave the toys that I bought for you.
I pray for you,
I tell you to be brave
I remember every night you would come up to me,
and you would ask me to play.
And I grabbed the dollhouse,
And you got the key.
The little pieces of furniture,
A piece of every set.
They are now on your grave,
Instead of beside your bed.
Today was your birthday,
You were about to turn eleven.
But all I can do is hope you're having a great party,
Up there in heaven.