These small little hands,
And tiny little feet.
I don't think I remember,
Anything half as sweet.
She was happy in life,
This energetic girl,
And to her, her mom,
Was the entire world.
She would finger paint,
With her mom by her side.
Never realising just how much,
Her mom was dying inside.
She would skip along to school
With her lunch as always.
With her mom in her right hand,
This would happen on most days.
But she never guessed,
What was up with her mom.
She was too young to understand,
I guess only some,
Would really know what was wrong,
Why she couldn't stay on much longer,
Why her mom was frail and weak,
Needed someone to make her stronger.
But she couldn't afford,
The help she would need,
She had cancer of the lungs,
No one to take the lead.
No one to make her rest,
And take all of the stress
Of bringing up this little girl,
On her own in this lonely world.
But this little kid,
Had no idea,
She didn't worry yet,
Because her mom was still here.
But as she was at a playgroup,
Little did she know,
Her mom had died,
Shovelling the snow.
And as the little girl,
Rushed all the way home.
To take a picture to her mom,
She found she was alone.
She thought that her mom,
Had gone to the store.
So she waited on the couch,
Until she saw.
An arm poking out of the snow,
Outside in the damp, wet and cold.
She ran outside to find her mom,
Who was laying in this icy mould.
She tried to dig her out,
But her mom she couldn't save.
She didn't understand,
Her life. In, it was about to cave.
She didnt know where she could go,
To get help in this icy snow.
so she sat by her mothers side,
Now this little child was dying inside.
She couldn't live on without her mom,
To cuddle her when she was down.
To encourage her when she was painting,
To turn her frown upside down.
She stayed by the body,
Till morning came,
Frozen and dying from the cold,
Wishing why things couldn't stay the same,
Her tears had spilt to the ground all night,
She was alone in this empty world,
Without her mom she was lost,
This tiny little lonely girl.
She lay by her moms side,
She didn't move didn't stir.
She was drifting into a cold sleep,
Her frozen vision now became a blur.
She died that morning with her mom,
Curled by her side.
That once little girl,
Had died inside.
