I walk through the door to where you are laying.                                                                      I see pictures of you in the room,I feel like something is crawling up my gut.             I sit with family and friends we talk about how you would give us candy.                  We all wish we were at her house sitting next to her talking about trips.                        I walk to the front of the room where you are laying in your blue casket.                     I look at the front of it and see white doves.                                                                                 I start to cry.                                                                                                                                              We go to your house and lay in the field.                                                                                   We start to move your stuff to the shed.                                                                                        I start to cry again and fall asleep saying I wish you didn’t go.                                           I wake up in my room noticing its all just a dream.