She put me on her mantelpiece,
a place I could watch the world –
Her world.
I’ve watched her through her happy days,
and sleep through thunder and hail.
She sang sometimes
and even cried.
Sometimes she shouted, but
That was alright.
.
She put me on her mantelpiece,
all those years ago.
.
Her loving eyes poured into me,
moments where I’d hold my breath,
and trace the new lines on her face
and new pendant around her neck.
.
She left one day,
a sunny day,
and she didn’t come back home.
Her parents packed,
boxed up the flat,
until her room became a place
I couldn’t call home.
.
Still, she put me on the mantelpiece,
a place I could watch the world.
She left me on the mantelpiece,
All those years ago.
ShakelaTheWriter 
must admit, that poem was rather good. and you did have enough emotion there. we all had that person in our lives once whom we looked up to but now they’re gone and things are not the same.
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