Maisy

She’s the one I ran off the bus for,
but now everything has changed.
She’s not there but it’s fair;
because now that I have moved away,
I don’t have to go through the sadness
of running off the bus and her not being there.

Whenever I see her ashes on the shelf,
or have things to tell her,
I always get a feeling;
if only brain tumours weren’t in this world.
And if they weren’t, then she would be.
And that would make my world,
make me as happy as winning the lotto.

Maisy is a special name,
and when I hear it
I remember all of the memories.
I miss you Maisy,
but I won’t miss brain tumours.