Little child,
Today is you birthday.
You are not here to celebrate,
But I know you are watching from above.
Today I shall sit by your grave.
Crying to my self,
remembering that day
when you cried out for me,
But I did not come.
When I did show up,
It was too late.
You were gone,
And I couldn't do anything.
Rest in peace my child,
as you celebrate your 13th,
up in heaven.
With God and the angels.
I miss you.
Alyssa Hicks
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-miss-you-391/
