Molly
Author's note: This is dedicated to Thomas, Jason, Najee and all of the other kids of
the world who lose their lives too soon.
I'm not the kind of someone
Who stands on a stranger's
Grave
I kneel and clean the headstone
And place flowers where
You sleep
Tucking you in just like I used to,
With a blanket made of
Earth
I listen for your baby sigh, but of
Course it has gone cold
Your little face still haunts me
Every single place I
Go
I see you with me, laughing, as
You chase raindrops down
The windows
They all tell me I'm crazy for
Keeping you alive
Without you
Because I still sleep with your teddy
Pretending like I'm holding
You
From everywhere and nowhere, i
Hear you calling out my
Name
I chase you around each corner, and
You break into a deadly
Run
I see you die a thousand times, yet
It never dulls the pain
Of
Having you and losing you when
I should have kept you
Safe
I should have been your warrior
Instead I let you slip
Away
Little hands grab onto me, looking
For something we could
Play
We made forts out of the bed sheets
To keep us busy when
It rained
You left me all too suddenly and took
My favorite part of me
You
Were the light that made the shadows
Do a tango on the walls
Now
All I see are ghost-like mountains
Waiting for the day I
Fall
Goodbye Molly, my sweet baby
Farewell Parent Days
At school
Here's to every dream you ever had
That never did come
True
You were a stranger to the world
Before you ever got to
Stay
But before you kissed the world
Goodbye, I swear to God
I knew you
Copyright © Annalee Pierce | Year Posted 2011
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