I can still remember little things about you:
The way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you smiled
and when you laughed I was such a happy child.
I can still feel your warmth from when I was so young
lying happily on your lap, with eyes lit up and a head that never hung.
The night goes on without you still,
but I miss you more than anyone ever will.
You were Mother, you were life.
The sadness heavily lingers over me,
as I remember the last time I ever touched your face:
Cold and hard and fallen from a mother's blessed grace.
Always you're in my heart,
never will we be apart.
Seven years but you're still beautiful to me.