My Girl
Dear Presley,
Brown hair so light and thin
Tan with angelic skin
Until one night it took your light
It gave us such a fright
Yet you took it as a win
It took my heart and my soul
But you know how that story goes
To never see you jump or roll
And never pinch your little nose
God touched you with his hands
Watching over you in his plans
But time is a rushing river
Tick-tock and your time stopped
Time precious like a diamond
You were as pretty as the sun
I can almost taste your skin
As the last time I kissed you
In the casket you are laid
And in the ground you will lay
Until you gets to your forever home
Where God has made a place to stay.
I love you,
Savannah
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