Dear Fredricka,

My niece, my love, my special little girl, my piece of heart 

It sucks to understand that your death tore me apart. 

When you entered the world, I was overjoyed

I could not believe I had another child to spoil.

I met you when you were a toddler, learning to walk

I only got to know you as a child when we had had our little talk.

You brighten up the room and pictures with your smile

Now that you are gone, now it's been a while

It was nice seeing your last moments in a wedding carrying a basket,

It tore me up inside to see you in a casket

As I sing my little girl by Tim McGraw, I look to the sky

As I look through the pictures, I smile and cry.

I do not ask why, because you are in the right hands,

In fact, you are in God's hands!

We miss you down here and that's for a fact,

Other than your out of the woods family that put on an act.

Dear Guardian Angel, it's been 8 years since you been born,

and its 4 years since you have not gotten justice,

Soon, the dark will come to the light, and that's a promise.

I want to tell you, I miss you, I love you, and I wish I could hold your hand,

But, I'll feel even better, if I see you again.

Well done my child!

At this point, I will have to woman up and let you go,

since I have a picture of you with me and you are watching,

I can picture you smiling for sho'.

Continue to rest in love sweetheart, continue to spread your joy.

Now I hang this dog tag with you as a decoy.