You were once here

She was three.

Like me.

There were flowers all around that little casket.

That's something I will never forget.

Everyone was crying.

And I was trying,

To understand. (But I don't think I can.)

Why someone like me.

Would no longer be.

My mother carried me.

To see.

I leaned forward and looked inside.

My mother never tried to hide,

What happened from me.

Bad things can happen even when you're three.

She didn't even look like herself.

A too dark doll in a white dress.

She had to wear a wig, though she was just a little kid. The public not knowing what it hid.

The car was going much too fast and her short life didn't last.

Flying threw a windshield is how she was killed.

She was my first glimpse of life and death.

It was difficult to digest.

It sparked my morbid fascination, I must confess.

I will always remember,

That you were once a member,

Of our family.

Brandy.