Dear Carson

<p>Geez, I&#39;ve literally never burst into tears from the thought of someone else&#39;s loss like that. If poems do hold words with meaning, here&#39;s one for you:</p><p>Dependancy</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Like a ladybug lying on its little spotted back</p><p>With its wings all folded in, its tummy striped in black</p><p>We don&#39;t last too long just wiggling on our own</p><p>It takes a helping hand to flip us over.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>I don&#39;t know if you have friends or a family that loves you</p><p>But they say that there&#39;s a man with a plan up above who</p><p>is there when we feel helpless, obsolote, and on our own.</p><p>He may feel far, but I promise you, he&#39;s closer.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>So when we cannot depend on our sisters or our brothers</p><p>And trust just can&#39;t be placed in our fathers and our mothers</p><p>When we&#39;ve lost all faith in our friends and our lovers</p><p>there&#39;s still a love that is cathartic and gives closure.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>