I know my first poem was funny but unfortunately most of what I write is sad. Sorry.

Where are you?

I asked myself this question,
And now she is asking it too.
Where are you?

She always asked me this,
When she was sick with flu.
Where are you?

Each day she got smarter,
And each day she grew.
Where are you?

Often she would ask,
What was she to do?
Where are you?

I told her she'd be fine,
But she knew it wasn't true.
Where are you?

Though she may have asked this,
She still always knew.
Where are you?

Life's a one-way road,
And she is coming to see you.
Where are you?

She has been so brave,
I wish I could be too.
Where are you?

I'll cry so much,
But what else can I do?
Where are you?

I've lost my husband and child,
And I can't come to visit you two,
Where are you?