I remember seeing you there in my arms,
Your hands were little but your grip was strong.
You were molded in my figure, his eyes, but my power.
You held on for so long, and I held you for even longer.
Even covered in blood, you were mine and I love you.
I held you there as it pouted down rain.
It was fall, but the sun never came.
So I let you down into the ground where all the beautiful things grow, so my little girls smile could begin to show.
And though you were tiny, and never opened your eyes on your own, you are my legacy, and that grave is your throne.
And one day I will see those little eyes again, but they won't be his evil brown eyes