February 17, 1999, you were taken away,
I don't know how I came this far without you.

Only a short ten years ago,
You were laid in the ground.

Now, trying to hold back all my tears,
I walk to your grave where I go to think.

As I stand right above you,
I can't help but go back to that day'

When I had to say my goodbyes to you,
Was the hardest thing to do.

You were so small and innocent,
With those beautiful brown eyes and hair.

Your lips the color of plums,
And your feet so small and soft.

So beautiful and special'
The way your fingers gripped your mother's hand.

You were tiny and warm curled up in her arms;
She never wanted to let you go.

But I came back to reality,
Right below this tree where I now sit.

I can feel your presence all around;
It's like you are right beside me.

Holding my hand and helping me through this,
I know from Heaven you can see tears falling from my face.

But now I must leave this sorrowful place,
As I walk away I look forward to the day'

When I will be able to hold you in my arms,
And tell you how much I love you again and again.