One morning with the cold breeze on her face
Walking and wandering with her small pace
Leaving each step with different trace
Remembering the past of her significant memories.
Memories that are tough as she blinks her eyes
Flashing sweet cuddling and youthful smiles
Rolling and scrolling like a dice
Those are the moments that play like mice.
Then on each sway, she would carelessly smile
While her tears drop on the aisl
As a soothing arms she had on her side
Enjoying the feeling that she could not slide.
One blink, one second, she stopped and realized
She’s a child who’s certainly occupied
Trying to cope from her past mind
To live a happy life before she could die.
