I look at your picture sometimes
But not all the time.It lives in a draw by my bed
And I take it out every now and then.
It shows the twinkle in your eye
Your beautiful blue eyesThat I always thought
Looked just like your sisters.
Your hair was darker than hers, though,
Much more like your fathers,Well, before it started to turn grey,
And well before it began to fall out.
Sometimes, I open the draw,
Only peering in before I close it.In those moments the pain is too raw
And I want to scream and cry.
Other times, I take it out,
Hold it close to my heart.And remember the happy times
That I never wanted to end.
Your laugh made me laugh,
Your smile made me smile,And the conversations we had
That no-one else would understand.
I’m holding your picture now
On what would have been your day –The day you came into our lives
And filled it with the joy of a lifetime.
And though I may shed a tear,
Not the first nor the last,You will forever be in my heart
And always be my baby girl.
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