Mommy you left too soon!

I cried for you tears fell down my face,

you are gone but that's not the case.

It's the fact that your little girl will never know you,

The way that I do.

Mommy you died giving birth,

like was that some type of curse.

To have a little girl,

grow up in this world.

All alone with no mommy,

Its sucks she will never know the stories,

but I, her big sister will make sure she has no pain just glory.

I will teach her how lovely you were,

and how much you really loved her.

So, don't you worry up there,

I have it all under control down here.


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