More words about missing my daughter...

I picture you here, nearly two
with eyes sparkling the deepest blue
and wonder what's a mom to do
when her sweet child has died

I imagine how you'd spend your day
finding laughter filled new ways to play
showing off the words you'd learned to say
imagining how you'd spread your wings

I can't help but to feel robbed sometimes
had it not been for death's evil crimes
I know life with you would have felt sublime
oh how I miss what might have been...

Sometimes I wonder if you would have been shy
ever clinging to your momma's thigh
or boldly would have been willing to try
your hand at exploring new things

oh how I long to feel you near
there's no time limit on grief I fear
or the bargaining and wishing you were still here
will I ever accept that you're gone?

so until we meet again some day
I will think of you sweet girl, and pray
that you know with every passing day
we'll always honor all you were

and no matter where it is you are
walking along the moon? riding on a star?
from my heart beat you are never far
your memory, my child, lives on

~Kristin Binder