We're Watching Over You

Hi Mom it's me Noah
way up here in heaven
The last time you saw me
I was only seven

That was five years ago
I still don't understand
Why my siblings and I
had to die at your hands

I'm glad they don't remember
that scary June day
but I just can't forget
Mom, I was so afraid

You were not the same
something was really wrong
Where was the Mommy
that always sang me songs

She was gone so
I tried to run away
But I got caught and
went to heaven that day

My brother's were waiting for me
with our little sister Mary
We were all very brave
and it was no longer scary

Now we live together
safe within God's home
Watching over you every day
so you won't feel all alone.

There's just one last thing
that I really need to say
We love and miss you very much
Happy Mother's Day.

*Written from the perspective of Noah Yates to his mother Andrea Yates who systematically drowned her five children from youngest to oldest.
Here's a link to an article about it:
http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/special/drownings/949223.html

*I don't care for the title so any suggestions are greatly appreciated, thanks much!