In The Centre Of Forest Poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

we lived in the midtown,
and around for us, green forest buzzed,
and it jingled with white small bells,
with early spring, when we ran
uphill and from above, and Rex cheerfully
wagged its tail, barking loud out of joy.

and farther, there was a road, leading
directly to the graveyard...
I went out there with our nice neighbour.
she took me when she went
to carry flowers and to light out a candle.

I was there with her not one time.
people were surprised, that such
a small child, and so diligent,
and remembers about the ones, which walked away.
I examined photographs on graves

later, I felt sad and parents
didn't let me there more walk.
Sometimes it missing was sad for me because
as if I didn't complete something.
but then again I started smiling
and I stopped asking questions

for living...after the life.