My poem
You died when i was 1 and a half, but my dad made me follow the right path, i know you wish to be hear, to hug me, kiss me and never show a tear, i was young, but thats now done, i do want you back, but it would be easier to go around a race track,
My sisters love you too, with the four of us there wont be anything we cant do, my dad clearly wants you there, but he has moved on and acts like he doesn't care, deep down inside his heart, i can tell he is praying for you back,
The things my brother say about you are just mean, thats why i hate him like i hate baked beans, who ever says something about you, will get a bigger shock than 'peek-a-boo', no i am not writing this for attention, i am just writing this to show my love affection,
When we go to see your grave, it always smacks a frown across my face, tears attempt to stomp out of my eyes, but instead i lock them up to hide, your the one i truely love, sadly your in heaven up above,
i don't often talk about you because it makes me sad, and if i cry people start to feel bad, i don't know why cause everyone dies, just my mum was a bit early in my life, i would like to see how you are getting on up there, perhaps youve made some friends or you don't even care,
im writing this poem just for you, and i hope you stand next to me to hold my hand even at the zoo, your my one and only in this life, it would be good if you were my dads wife, i wish i could hug you ever so tight, and you would tell me its all right, well basically what im trying to say is that, i love you my mummy,