• Little girl too used to fun,
    she doesn't know what is really going on.
    Staring upon her great grandmother's 'bed'.

    She asks her mom quietly ;
    "Mommy, what is great grandmother doing?"
    Her mom tells her ;

    "She's sleeping.. she's sleeping."
    She looks back up wondering why everything is so quiet,
    wanting to throw a party or a few surprises for her great grandmother when she wakes.

    But she doesn't know just yet,
    that it won't ever happen.
    Little girl too used to barbies,

    jump roping,
    riding her bike around the neighborhood.
    Something too little to understand the world,

    something too little to understand what the priest is really saying.
    She can only wonder when they close her great grandmother's 'bed'.
    She can only walk along side her mom and she lays down a flower.

    She won't ask questions.
    Little girl too used to accepting anything and everything,
    a little too used to happiness instead of sorrow.

    A little too used to only pink instead of black.
    A little too much of everything but this.
    Not used to welcoming the sorrow.