A Poem to Caylee
To Caylee My little friend,
Whom I’ve never met,
I feel as though I know you,
I’ve seen your smiles,
I’ve heard your laugh,
I know you were so young,
I know you love your mother,
I saw the pictures of love and fun.
I saw you liked to swim,
I saw you liked the sun.
Such a sweet baby girl,
So full of life and laughter,
Her life cut short, sits in Heaven above,
Gazing down upon with tear filled eyes,
Seeing pure hatred for her Mother,
She has no words to describe,
She only knows that it makes her cry,
She doesn’t know to ask why,
She only knows her mother loved her,
She only knows her mother lied.
What do you think Caylee,
When you see your mother so despised?
What do you think when strangers,
Say bad things that make you sad and cry?
Caylee, I wish I could explain,
The strangers are really not bad,
They were misled by lies,
And believed your mother caused your death,
They were deceived by people in power,
But your mother denied it and fought a hard fight,
She proved herself in a court of law,
And the jury said she was right.
The ones who claim to love you more than her,
Are misguided and not free of sin.
They want justice for you, when they should realize,
That justice only comes from God above,
Just as he holds you close to him,
Tilting your little head away,
Tsk, tsk he says,
No small child should see,
their mother treated this way.
Because the mother you knew,
Was sweet and kind,
Made your breakfast and brushed your teeth,
She took you out of the house a lot,
To protect you from what her mother could not,
From things you should never see,
She had you Caylee in her heart,
Protecting as best she could.
Little did she know,
You’d be taken away,
By something she couldn’t stop,
God wanted you more,
You found the door,
And went out for a swim,
In a matter of minutes,
God opened his arms,
And you joyfully swam to him.
Were you watching from above?
Did you hear your Momma’s cries?
I feel as though you watched her,
In her pain and despair,
Knowing her only crime was her senseless lies.
Was your Momma your friend?
Was she always fun?
And I think you loved her nonetheless,
She’ll be there to see you soon,
In her final rest.
Just as I know God loves you,
And holds you so close,
I know God is telling you,
What the strangers do not know,
Of all the people on his green Earth,
It is your Mother,
Casey Marie, who loves you most.