The Headstone

We stood in the rain,
One cold afternoon,
We stood at her grave,
Our lives in ruin.

Her name etched clearly,
For all to see,
We look at each other,
Our sweet Natalee??

We stood in the rain,
Our eyes filled with tears.
For our angel is gone,
For all the lost years.

The stone looked so dark,
Her name, so bright,
This isn’t a dream.
This happened that night.

We look at her headstone,
Our hearts full of pain,
Our baby is buried here,
We stood in the rain.