Gizzy, you came to me when I was three,
you where with me when I climbed my first tree,
and when I skinned my knee,
but now you’re dead,
and I miss seeing your beutiful head,
I look at you’re picture before bed,
but I wish you where here,
and sometimes I hope you are still near,
I do have a fear,
that you have left,
but I feel I’m mistaken,
butyou where taken,
and I will alway love you………
| Rosie Mower |