When you were here.
Every morning we would sit and
watch the morning birds
But that was when you were here.
As I pass the places
where we played
I feel a tear start to fall
Because you see I then remember
that was when you were here.
I wake up to what I think
is the sound of your bark
I rush to see where your at
just to say Good morning.
But then
That was when you were here.
I see a Butter Fly
and think of you
I think of how you ran and
seem to dance
as you went from place to place.
But that was when you were here.
I wait for the day when I can say
This is where we are now.
Written by her Mom
Eve
| Tasha |
| 7, July 2002 |
| Eve |