The loss of a daughter
The anguish and pain
The anger that burns deep
Looking for blame.
She was born perfect
And though she was still
She was my beautiful daughter and will
All ways have a place in my heart
One filled with love but that aches in a dark
Part of my soul I try to suppress
She was my everything she just lacked a breath.
Her eyes closed as if asleep
Her blue, purple lips a sign our grief.
How could it be we suffer such loss
And be expected to cope and bear the cost
Of losing such a precious gift
And knowing that nothing will give my heart a lift.
This is a poem of such a tragic loss no happy ending just sadness that’s all.

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