I live with my late daughter.

My daughter died a month ago, and she has been staying with me.
My husband deserted me, he claims that I am insane, I think I am too.
I had four children before her, they all met their early grave, and now I am supposed to let her go?

I bath and dress her every morning, talk to her about work, and read to her every night.
It's okay if she doesn't respond to every conversation, it's okay if she doesn't call me mummy anymore, it's okay if she doesn't see my face anymore, as long as she's with me, it's fine.

Last week was her 17th birthday, and I celebrated it, I dressed her up in this beautiful blue dress and silver shoes...
She would have loved them if only she could see them, she has been asking for this dress but I couldn't afford it, but sadly I couldn't see the smile on her face when I bought it.

Jack my younger brother came to visit me, and he suggested that I should let Mercy rest in peace, but she loves staying with me, she would cry herself to sleep each time I go on a business trip, so tell me why she won't be at peace when she's with me?
All his pleas to bury my daughter fell on deaf ears, I couldn't afford to lose her too.

Last night I had a dream, I dreamt about Mercy and my other four children playing in a beautiful garden filled with so many beautiful flowers, she was putting on the...