As a child my imagination was my best friend.
For every ounce of you it would lend.
Growing up i used it more than most.
and once in a while you would be my host.

I would imagine the smell of rose
your scent flooding my nose.
I would imagine the feel of your soft hair
as I sat beside you in my special chair.

I would feel your peachy skin
as you wrapped your arms around me when
I needed you to hold me
But now you are free.

You're love would have been great
But I fear I was far to late.
as a Child my imagination was my bestfriend
because it helped me to pretend.

I'll never know the way you smelt
or the way that your arms felt.
I'll never know the sound of your voice
or have you there to help me make a choice.


For at my age of three you did die.
and i'll never know why.
Why, he chose you to go so soon
during that fall afternoon.

I cried and I still cry
because time continues to fly
and it plagues me, all the things I never knew,
especially when I think of you.

But one thing is for sure
that my feelings are pure.
I'll cherish what I remeber of you
and momma, "I'll always love you."