When you're a child who loses a parent, Life can feel confusing, You try to carry on ds normal, And don't truly realise what you're losing. Grief becomes who you are, You look at people who have it all, You wish your life was just like there's, And you feel so very small. You don't comprehend the loss, You hope it's all just a lie, Because how can you expect a child, To understand that people die. You live without part of yourself. The part you lost when they passed away, And a tsunami of different emotions, Takes over you each day. You wonder what it's like, To have them by your side, And you cling onto the memory of them, That you have before they died. But as you grow older, That memory starts to fade, As you start to forget some things, You begin to feel afraid. All your happy times are tainted, Because you wish that they were there, And there's always a them shaped hole, And life feels completely unfair. But if you're a child that's lost a parent, There's nothing you can't get through, You've had to live without part of your heart. And for that I'm so proud of you.