A little girls grave

Walking down the row of stones, thinking about how they left the world. I stopped in front of a little girl, she would of been my age if she were alive, maybe only a couple of months behind. Her grave so nice and clean was not to far away from my dads. Thinking of how she must miss her parents i ask my dad to look after her.
Dear dad, teach her all the things you taught me, tell her all those funny things. Remember that she could be just like me, so dont wake her up at three! Please dad dont forget me, while you take care of her, but maybe we could share..

yeah another one of those 8th grade poem thingys so sorry if its not that good....