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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My daughter - my love - my darkness - my only care. Oh how I miss you dear, wish you were here. But wishes cannot turn back what has been done; can they - can they bring you back to the sun?; How I yearn to hold you close - just once more, Hug, and to keep you safe, to soothe your fears, To guide through life's labyrinth, to be the guiding light, But alas, fate willed otherwise - you took flight. The memory of your sweet voice - calls of pain, Echoes through my mind - refrain that remains, The scent of your hair, fragrance that taunts me still, Brutal - cruel - grim reminder, of what has been lost in time. I held her close; as she choked on her own lifeblood; - As I pleaded with the heavens - “Please stop, don’t take her from me!" But fate was deaf; she slipped away - her breath, suffering, A cruel blow, a reminder of the horrors that I can't say - I promised her - with tears - that she would live; But she vanished - like a dream that flees, and I was left to grieve - The anguish of her loss - a wound that will never heal, A gaping chasm - a void that cannot be filled. I failed her as a mother, why did I trust him to watch her? - Why did I faultier and trust anyone, with my baby? - Why did I trust a drunkard, because it was her father? - Foolish woman, an ignorant blind babbling failure; That’s why I will not rest - until my art is born, A masterpiece of sorrow - a dirge that will forever be sworn, A testament to my love - my rage, my grief - and my pain, A monument to my daughter, my heart's eternal rain. She will live on, through my words, my poetry, my song; A legend of lament; a symphony of sorrow that will never be wrong - Her memory will haunt me, a ghost that never fades, A fleeting glimpse of joy, a mother's endless piece of shade - I'll write, with tears mixed with blood, my poetess quill painting art, Until the world hears my daughter's sad, sad part, Until the world knows her name, and weeps with me, Until my anguish is assuaged, and my breast beat is set free; I long for death's sweet release, a respite from this endless pain, A fleeting solace, a chance to mend the shattered remains, Of what was once a love so bright, now but a glimmer of a light, Flickering out - a dying ember - a warmth that's lost in endless night; Oh, cruel fate, why didst thou take her from me? - Why didst thou leave me with this endless, gnawing misery? - Why didst thou strip me bare, leave me to wander, lost and alone - In this desolate, dark land, where only sorrow's echoes moan?! And when my time on this earth is done - And my last breath of air is gone - I'll leave behind this piece, statue to echo like a gong, A reminder to the living, a mothers death knell song; For in the end, it's not the love that's lost, But the life that's left, a fleeting glimpse, a dying breath, A whispered promise, that I'll see her again, In some other realm, love and death entwine, like intertwining languages. And so I'll hold on - to this, my final farewell, And bid her adieu - in a world where love and death do dwell, Where every breath, is a struggle - where every heartbeat's a fight, To hold on to love - to cherish every fleeting moment; before the reaper takes its bite.
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