My Baby Girl

Throughout the house,
An infant's cry echos,
The cry of an infant,
That no longer shows.

Throughout the house,
A presence can be felt all around,
A presence that will forever,
Be easily confound.

Throughout the house,
A sadness has spread,
Those who are living,
Are mourning the dead.

Throughout the house,
The belongings still remain,
While the infant whom owned them,
God had taken in vein.

Throughout the house,
An infant still cries,
Missing her sister,
As she was too young to say her goodbyes.

Throughout my heart,
There will always be a love,
For my baby sister,
Who was taken above.