Treasure Island

StaceyLeigh Olner

(9/2/1992 / burton-upon-trent)

Here i am at your Grave side


Here i am,
At your grave side,
Wondering whether you are listening,
or whether i am talking to no-one,

Here i am,
At your grave side,
Where it is peaceful,
No noise so i can think,

Here i am,
At your grave side,
Giving you some pretty flowers,
To brighten your grave,

Here i am,
At your grave side,
trying not to cry,
From how much i miss you,

Here i am,
At your grave side,
Wondering what to say,
To make you proud,

Here i am,
At your grave side,
Finding it hard to leave,
I wish i could stay all day.

I love you Granny and Granddad Scragg

Submitted: Wednesday, April 06, 2011

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