Tiny footsteps used to fill my world.
Her giggles were the reason I woke up in the morning, the reason I smiled as I went to bed.
She was my life, my world, my everything.
My sweet little girl, my adventurous princess.
Her hair smelled like spring days under the sun, her voice was sweeter than any other tune. She fell asleep in my arms, and nothing else mattered.
It was just the two of us against the world. Her tiny hand in mine gave me the strength to move forward. To keep going.
And yet now her smile is gone.
Her giggles are gone.
Her footsteps don't echo across my home any longer.
My little girl sleeps endlessly now, her eyes closed, her hands folded over her chest. She's at peace, or at least that's what they tell me.
Memories linger in the hallways of my home, pictures hanging on the walls. They are frozen in time, bringing me hope for an endless second before I remember she's never coming back.
She'll never hug me again. She'll never smile again, with her eyes filled with hope for tomorrow.
With her, my laughter disappeared, vanished into the wind. I spiral out of control inside my heart, but outside, I don't move at all. I just sit here.
Surrounded by people, but alone, forever alone without her tiny hand in mine.
Goodbye, my precious girl. Oh, how I wish I could hear your tiny footsteps running to my side.