by Lynne Staton
On the floor lays an empty food,mat where her food dish once,layed.
In the bed your special pellow where you once layed your head.
This house feel so empty with you not hear couldent save are baby guess God wanted you home by him.
Time marches on its a new day my heart has been shattered into a million peices .
The day you died a part of me died to you will.always be my baby girl.
Run free run free the fourteen years with you were some of the best years of my life.
Always and forever Mom.