Cousin Alice.
A hole six—feet under is where you lay,
A Tombstone less grave under the dirt,
Under the oak tree where you Rest In Peace as I lay flowers down
I look down at your grave and I can feel you looking over me and being my gaurdain angel.
I miss you Alice as you lay under the blue sky during the day sunlight and birds singing,
I miss you Alice as you lay under the dark sky during the night with the moonlights and lighting bugs dancing around,
I hope you can see me looking at you as I know you are looking down at me.
Thank you Cousin Alice for being my gaurdian angel.
I love you and I miss you.
(2013)
