It Was Her I Adored
Summer’s arriving with ease and I’m lost
Broken connection,
Devoid affection,
Feels like the warmth has converted to frost
Withering willows,
Drowning in billows,
The reverie can’t save me from misery
Since death caped my sweet daughter Rose Emily.
It was her I adored…
Once in my womb now sleeps in a cold tomb
Rosy cheeks of pink,
I’m starting to sink,
Her baby girl scent like lilac perfume
Tiny toes to count,
God, can I surmount?
My sweet Rose Emily shall never be mine
Now she rests in heaven with angels divine.
It was her I adored…
Now my poor life abhorred.
May 21, 2018
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