In the dim light of morning, she wanders the halls,
Tiny footsteps echo off the cold, empty walls.
She calls out for mama, she calls out for dad,
But their eyes seem so distant, their faces so sad.
She tugs on their sleeves, she pulls at their clothes,
But they move through the motions, as if she’s a ghost.
Her laughter once bright, now lost in the haze,
She watches and wonders, lost in a daze.
She walks past her room, her pictures on the wall,
Memories of laughter, she starts to recall.
Then a chill hits her heart, a truth comes to light,
She's no longer there, she's lost to the night.
Tears flow down freely as she reaches for them,
But they can’t feel her touch, can’t see her again.
She whispers, "I love you," though they don't respond,
She's a silent echo, her life now beyond.
"Why can't you see me? Why can't you hear?"
A whisper in shadows, a child's silent tear.
In a world full of sorrow, she feels all alone,
A ghost in her own home, her spirit unknown.
As the dawn breaks again, she fades with the night,
A brief, gentle breeze in the morning light.
In the hearts of her parents, her memory stays,
A love that's eternal, beyond life's maze.
