she was a perfectly fine girl
but she did not know her own name
(life had not taught her yet)
you can tell by the way she smiled
happiness, swelled with confidence
(without a hint of brokeness)
she lives on now, only in pictures
and memories of before
(what other memories are there?)
it is sad when a mother dies
not as sad as when a baby actually dies
(but it is sad, nonetheless)