Mar 2013
A year has passed,
one year without your smile.
Three hundred and sixty-five days,
of not hearing your simple laugh.
Too long Bre,
too young to be taken from us.
I miss you, your smiles and laughs,
your sayings and our jokes,
but most of all,
*I miss you
one year without your smile.
Three hundred and sixty-five days,
of not hearing your simple laugh.
Too long Bre,
too young to be taken from us.
I miss you, your smiles and laughs,
your sayings and our jokes,
but most of all,
*I miss you
Rest in peace Breanna Kay (I know clichΓ©, but you know me.)
