She appears in my mind every day,
but I can't keep my eyes dry anyway.
She was beautiful from every angle you looked at her,
I wish I didn't think that I have tomorrow to take a picture of her.

I still can hear her sentences,
when my sister speaks.

I still can feel her hug,
when her brother gives me one.

I still can be sure that someone cares,
when her loved one asks me how I am.

And I can see it just thanks to her,
because she was from whom I learnt.

Now I have to be smart,
capture those she loved in my art,
so there will be forever one her part,
that will never fall apart.