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.
fauxcroft 
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Thank you I am humbled by your kindness.
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You write with such clarity
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I try to write from the heart, makes up for my literary shortcomings š
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I am dyslexic. So I understand. Always follow your heart dear friend. X
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And I am so sorry about your daughter. X
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Thank you
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There are no words to comfort your loss. But she will not be far from you. Love never dies, it just changes shape X
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Reblogged this on Belleva Worldwide.
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