A lousy sunday afternoon when
The world had gone, for a momentary slumber
Her world fell forever quiet
beneath the burning timber
An unwelcome call, a cacophony of cries
Looks of pity, soulless sympathy
Life that was laid gently into her hands
Now a burden far heavy to carry
They called her brave, called her strong
But she knew they were wrong
Met with an incident so vivid
Her mind always so livid
She was only a child,
Left to pick up the shattered pieces
To mend a home, that no longer held warmth
The little heart held no remorse, but bottled fear
For she learned too soon,
Nothing can truly ever stay
Time flew, now she a fair maiden
Wiser for her age, yet housed a fragile trust
Her fury dispersed and fondness overflown
Standing before the cold gravel
She whispers a soft greeting
"I miss you"
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