All I Wanted Was A Pony

All I wanted was a pony. To wear my favorite dress, but my mommy wants me to wear my Sunday’s best. So many tears, all I asked was for the truth. But it seemed like all I got, was lies. Dressed in black, red faces, tears. Drove to a building, I do not know where, but everybody seems to care. Flowers and crying relatives. Sat for awhile, did not know what was happening. Stood in a line, seemed like a long time. Saw a box. I knew what was going on. In this box, was the face, the face of my aunt. She’s dead. Fall to my knees, crying. Why did this have to happened. Now I know why. It was my special day, but I will always remember the day, my aunt died.