As I look at the picture of you I always breathe
out a sigh,
To think that your gone forever makes me want to
cry.
I wish you were here to stand by my side,
But God took you away and so you died.
You struggled to stay here gathering all your
might,
Also that when you die, your body and soul will
never again unite.
Just to stand here looking upon your grave,
For all I have now are memories and pictures that
I like to save.
All the faint images that are floating in my mind,
Remembering that you were so nice and very kind.
Waking up from dreams of hearing you talk,
Now upon the clouds is where you walk.
When you were taken I was very young of age,
Looking at a photo album I cry as I turn the next
page.
I will never forget the day when you were put in
the ground.
After the ceremony, in silence we stood, there was
no sound.
As the clouds start to form and turning a dark
gray,
Now under the soft dirt is where forever you'll
lay.
