Three Piles Of Dirt/3 Poem by Haley Hall

One pile of dirt, Two pile of dirt, Three pile of dirt, A little boy at play
Three piles of dirt, A little boy & The things I deal with everyday
Each night I tell him a bedtime story
Every morning I look out my window & say I'm sorry
I see him at play all alone
Then reality sets in & I finally realize that their all gone
He is what I live for
But I die inside for three more
One pile of dirt, Two pile of dirt, Three pile of dirt, A little boy at play
Three piles of dirt, A little boy at play & The hurt I live with everyday

Reason: This poem was written out of the hurt & love I have for my children. I lost three children & Have a wonderful son (Noah Carter) living in pure health.
R.I.P: Bruce Anthony, Matthew Keagan & Whitley Ryanne.
I love you all very much