by Picabo Brooks

In Memory of Cheyenne Arie Braxton

I talked to you even though I knew you couldn't understand
I comforted myself with the thought of my baby girl
When I felt lonely, I knew you were there and loved me.
You only felt your father's touch a little yet you knew his love.
But now you are gone without a goodbye
I never saw you but that didn't stop the pain
I cried until I couldn't cry another tear.
I know you are in a better place than this horrid, ugly world
Yet, sometimes, I selfishly wish you were here with me.
My beautiful angel, I love you.