Disappearing smiles,
Fading photographs,
Hidden in molding files…
Child-like laughs,
Echo off empty walls.
Piggyback rides,
Strolls down the halls,
Long forgotten in waves and tides…
This little girl,
At six years old,
Spinning in a twirl,
Couldn’t ever be told…
His face forgotten,
Ten years past,
Memories short and softened,
Of him, smiling his last…
Remembered now,
With love and tears,
Looking back, I don’t know how
I missed their fears…
To a little child,
He was a graceless dancer,
Funny and wild,
With a deadly cancer…
How I missed it, I’m not sure,
The coffins and stones all look the same,
I never knew where we were,
All I could say, was Uncle Tom never came…
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