You Cared About Me

Poetry

We care about her. From personal collection.

Mama and Papa, we love her to death.
It was only last summer she took her first breath.
The part of our lives that we love the best.
Mama and Papa, I know now how you cared about me.

Mama, she’s got no more hair than Papa.
Papa, she looks a lot like Mama did back then.
That part of our lives that gives us this joy…