My lil one and I are still to get over my friend’s stay,
And how can we when at every corner we see bits of her at display,

Whether we are homeward or outward bound,
We can see traces of her in every ground,

Every time we step out,
The wallet, shirt or the stole her memories is bound to spout,

Walk in through the main gate,
And the lil birdies chirp their lively state,

Even when the house is full,
And as we serve snacks her memories are bound to pull,

She has left a bit of herself in every space,
As if to entrench herself in our lives’ base