The ones that are dead,

For they will always be in our hearts and our heads.

Like my little sister Mariah Kay,

Who only got to see three hours of a day.

She will never be forgotten,

For her memories are not rotten.

Even though I was only in third grade,

Her death hit me like a blade.

I felt my heart begin to melt,  

But then I remembered Orian's belt.

The middle star gave me hope,

For when I was sad I thought of a rope.

A rope that led to that middle star,

Reminding me that Mariah Kay was never far,

For she would always be in my heart and my head.

So we must remember the dead.