You were born on a August day,
you were perfect in each and every way.
Ten little finger's, ten little toe's,
and the cutest little button nose.
Big, beautiful hazel eye's,
now when I see them,
they make me cry.
I see your picture all over the new's,
hard to believe,
you've been missing since June.
My heart is breaking thinking of you out there,
you should be home,
playing with your hair.
I hope that you are found alive,
but I know,
that hope is a lie.
May we all just stop and think,
about little Caylee Marie,
forever in purple and pink.
I've actually been listening to this story its such a sad story to hear and I wish oh I wish they could find her and maybe peace would just be there for Caylee..nice poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is so sad... this happends all the time in the world. lil ones dont deserve it what did they ever do? ? ? Mrs. Cynosure