I wrote this thinking about a little girl who was murdered at the age of 3 by a 13 year old boy it sadened me to listen to the news report on the tv.
" Now Gone "

Tiny hands, tiny feet
Pitter, patter down the hall
A sound familiar
Now gone

Smiling faces, Laughing
Toys all over the floor
A sight seen many times
Now gone

Soft hugs, sweet kisses
Jumping on mum's lap
Feelings shared
Now gone

Messy hands, dirty feet
Making Mud pies out in the puddles
A vision seen in the rain
Now gone

Tears, bumped knee's
You'd run to your mum
Band-Aids on skin, once there
Now gone

Taken pieces, parts missing
Many memories remembered
Chance to be written
Now gone