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.