Caylee Marie Poem by Patricia Couvion

You were born on a August day,
you were perfect in each and every way.

Ten little finger's, ten little toe's,
and the cutest little button nose.
Big, beautiful hazel eye's,
now when I see them,
they make me cry.

I see your picture all over the new's,
hard to believe,
you've been missing since June.

My heart is breaking thinking of you out there,
you should be home,
playing with your hair.

I hope that you are found alive,
but I know,
that hope is a lie.

May we all just stop and think,
about little Caylee Marie,
forever in purple and pink.