Broken Innocent Child

As the broken innocent child
walks into the cemetary,
she brings her hand up
to wipe the tear out of her eyes.

She is so heart broken
sitting next to her aunts grave stone,
sitting there listening to the river flow
just the two of them.

She never thought this day would come,
when she would have to say good bye.

As she looks around
seeing flowers all over
she sits in her own grief
not knowing what to do.

She feels like the world is going to end
although she knows her aunt is always watching over her.

This is the way I wanted to write my english poem.