Missing You Under Clouds

For when I see the clouds up above.
I think of you and nothing else.
Why did you have to go?
We all miss you so.
If only you were here,
to see the smiles and laughs.
Why can’t you be here with us?
For when your oldest sister has her first boy,
it is hard on all to say goodbye.
None of us will ever understand,
but I guess it as the way to be.
Don’t ask me why so sweet one,
why you had to be the chosen one.
I guess it was because people needed you up above,
and God had seen it as hello.
We will always miss you as you do us,
but not to worry my dear,
we will unite one of the tragic horrifying days,
we will become what we once never were before the fun,
before the sobbing of sane.
Mom will become of you as you already are of her.
For we will soon become one that we never were before.