Your wilted flowers,
forgotten and untended,
who will bring you flowers now?
Your memories are slowly fading.
The seeds of tomorrow, forgotten.
Who will water them now?
For they are left by the sympathy
cards, yellowed at the edges.
The soil is neglected, so the
weeds rise to take over your home,
Who will protect your precious
memories, now that you've gone?
For I have not the energy,
since you left me just too soon.
Everyone keeps calling, and I
know you're in a better place.
You never even got the chance
to look at your mother's face.
They tried to free you, but
you just couldn't wait.
For you decided that it would be
better if you weren't even born.
They say I can't have any children now.
And my life is just so empty.
So, I'll hold onto this pink ribbon for you,
I planned to put it in your hair.
How could I have known that
you would die in my womb?
Yes, Carrie, I do miss you, and
wished I could have been
The mother you would've wanted,
and most importantly your friend.