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Kristiena Hunter Poem
The day my daughter died,
my heart was not only broken and shattered
but it was ripped into pieces and my thoughts were so scattered.
The day my daughter died,
I had to be strong.
Cant show emotion,
because showing weakness to others was wrong.
The day my daughter died,
I thought my family would fall apart.
Because of this grief,
I didn't think I had enough love in my heart.
The day my daughter died,
I'd thought I had lost a hope,
but how could there be when I couldn't even cope.
The day my daughter died,
is the day I lost part of my life.
My poor sweet husband,
lost part of his wife.
The day my daughter died,
I felt so out of place.
There so many people,
please get out of my face.
The day my daughter died,
I fell on my knees.
Praying to god and begging him please.
The day my daughter died,
my heart was so very torn.
I though my heart was being stabbed by a extremely sharp thorn.
The day my daughter died,
I was done, and I didn't want to live.
Just to be with my daughter, anything, I would give.
The day my daughter died,
I cried over a million tears.
I don't think Things will ever be alright,
not even in years.
The day my daughter died,
I prayed that she was alright.
I hoped that someone held her hand,
as she walked into the light.
The day my daughter died,
I cried myself to sleep.
No body heard,
because I did not make a peep.
The day my daughter died,
I think back to that day.
This is for you my sweet daughter,
so, go off to heaven and go play.
Copyright © Kristiena Hunter | Year Posted 2015
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