You would have been three,
No way to twist it,
I want you with me.
A day to be thankful,
I'm not in the spirit,
You should have lived more,
There was no way to cure it.
I think back on our time,
The rush that it was,
You shoulda been more,
There's no damn because.
I think of you now,
Not sick but alive,
Skipping and dancing,
The things I contrive.
Sweet girl you are missed,
Each day marches on,
The pain and the bliss,
We hate that you're gone.
At the end of the day,
You would have been three.
You live in our hearts,
And taught us to see.
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