Though shes dead shes still around
she roams around crying on her deadly ground
with tears of confuse she died from abuse
she wonders why shes still here
with golden hair though it does shine, she looks upon her grave as though she was fine,
she watches her parents they were so full of fear, they had no idea that she was near
all she could do was shed her tears
for she would be roaming for many years!!
****this poem is dedicated to my birth mama ELENA!!!****
