Now all is said and done, I am left with a blue scarf As that was one piece of cloth, they did not have to tear apart From the lady with a camera to my milk man Everybody asks me how I feel repeatedly What do I say to their questions? When words have failed me completely I want to tell them that I celebrated Like any other mother, when she was born I loved her when she held my finger first And I love her even now when I mourn She was a chirpy child like any other With her pigtails and eyes so bright And she smiled every time She got her maths sums right We had many sleepless nights When she was a child How we wanted her to grow up then To get rid of an adventure so wild How were we to know, that For rest of our lives we would never sleep she was our proud and honor, but her memory has left a scar so deep I don’t know what they saw in her Or what she did which was so wrong To see her in the group of girls returning ...