It sits in the garage,
Rusted and old,
Empty and dirty,
Covered in mold,

When I catch a glimpse
Of this special thing,
My lip starts to quiver,
And my eyes start to sting,

Only something so important,
Something we hold very dear,
Will always have a meaning,
And bring old memories back so clear,

But now as I stare down
At a sad empty cage,
I realise how much
I miss them each day,

When you lose a loved one,
Your heart starts to break,
You wish they were here,
And the pain of loss starts to ache.