The Hearth of My Heart

I saw the coffin of my daughter leave, Ashen faced and pale darkened lips, Her heart was dead and body cold, Listless she moved out of my threshold to horizons unseen. Turn back she would not, nor weep her doe eyes, My soul gonged, the end of love had begun, Never again my child shall return to the hearth of my heart. Help she had asked, but was ruthlessly flayed Silencing her heart to stone, Tears vaporised and her eyes froze, The innocence vanished and love buried. The gurgle of laughter was heard but a century ago, Dutiful she will be, but never ever be mine, Never again shall my child return to the hearth of my heart. Born were we as children and soon turned into parents, Languishing for freedom were our hearts in an unhappy childhood, Of restrictions imposed on dried young hearts. Mental tortures we repeat that we in elders had perennially despised, God's laws for loving and giving, trust and freedom, elders do disband, The helpless solutions remain our crowning ego Now my hearth is in embers when my child is gone. December 22, 2015 Contest: Any Sad Poem Sponsor: Broken Wings