Daddy lied to his sweet little girl,
wiping a tear and a golden curl.
"You won't die" he lied, in anguished pain,
Kissing her face again and again.
"Don't Cry Daddy, it will be okay"
She said. "Just hold my hand and pray"
Daddy saw the doctor shake his head "No".
Then, he knew it was her time to go.
She loved him with a weak final smile,
"Lay in bed with me a little while."
He climbed in bed and held her tight,
praying hard to save her precious life.
Soon she fell into lasting sleep,
leaving behind the world to weep.
A normal old sonnet, for the beautiful lies contest.
Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2012
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