Sarah

We could try to describe you,
Even though you’re not here,
When mum and dad found out,
There was more than a tear,

We see you as pretty,
But your not here,
So the thoughts just fade,
And disappear,

So many tears have been shed,
So much pain has been shared,
It really began to show,
How much people cared,

November the first,
In 1994,
Was the sad day,
When people finally knew more.