A girl holding a picture frame covered in beads.
100 beads for 100 days.
A time to celebrate.
Something has changed,
The smile is gone.
Eyes that have lost the light of innocence.
A little more than a year
Has passed since you were here.
Because if you aren’t here anymore
Why should I be like the other kids?
“Mom I made you a present.”
Where has that present gone now that the years have passed?
Like our family.
How could this have happened?
What did we do to deserve this?
Aren’t those the questions asked?
Too young to understand.
You were too young
To impact this world.
Yet mine has crashed
Like a china cabinet to the ground
Shattering the years that followed our loss.