A broken tree house sways and moves,
He stares from his window crying,
Leaves blowing in the wind with dusty clouds,
His head occupied with his best friend dying.
For ten long years they played and they laughed,
Felt so happy when the other smiled,
From birth grew like family; but never fighting at all,
Such a loss is hard, but harder for a child.
The boy, he wipes a tear as he hears
His father calling him downstairs to the yard
A box lies motionless on the table, he sees
As he passes by quickly, trying to ignore
But he looks and cries ‘daddy, bring him back! please!’
His father puts an arm around his shoulder,
Calls the boy’s brothers outside.
They carry the coffin between them smoothly,
Behind his daddy he hides.
A few words are spoken the box disappears
The man says to his son ‘you have to be brave’
The child steps forward and places a flower,
Upon the gravel newly covering his best friend’s grave.
Stepping back his arm reaches and finds a warm hand,
Alone he says calmly a prayer,
His words are his own and show nothing but love
‘From my window, I’ll look and you’ll always be there’
P.s. If anyone is wondering why they buried the kids friend in the garden after leaving his coffin on the kitchen table, it was about my dog when i
was 7! - Thought i'd clear it up after the disgusted look i got from my girlfriend when i showed her and she thought my family were all freaks!