A Child's Whisper

My heart breaks everyday as I stare at his grave.
Looking at this symbol of his life,
we just hug as I brush away the tears.

No one sees what’s under the grass,
no one listens to what he has to say.
People forget that he had feelings,
a strong will, and lots of love to give.

We’re together, alone, through out this life.
I’ve tried to interpret what’s being said.
You would take time out for a disabled, retarded,
or old, but what about the dead?