Alice you were kind to me,
You were always there, to care for me,
To see when I was troubled,
Always loving me.
I'm wishing now that you could be
Right here to hold my hand
And talk to me, but I was just a child,
And when they told me you had died,
I was inconsolable.
I dreamed of you at night
To try and help me bear the pain,
Thinking, wrongly, you'd be here again.
At 13 death was just a word,
A concept far too deep for me.
I'd never hold your hand in mine
Or laugh with you,
Or know that comfort feeling
That you gave.
I never knew .........
I couldn't know .......
The finality of the grave.
