Shallow Grave
unimaginable terror gripped me when she fell ill
a fear that caused all else in my life to still
words cannot describe the dread that I felt
so for the first time in my life, upon the ground I knelt
in such fear that her soul would leave
I prayed to a God in whom I don't believe
I asked why he would ever strike her dead
I begged of him to take me instead
I pleaded with desperation, sadness and rage
she wasn't even a year of age
it was a sunny day when my daughter died
as if the God who took her was mocking me
I buried her in a shallow grave
for I couldn't bear to stare at her lifeless form any longer
her mother gave me a final kiss
then went to be with her child once again
I pen this with a blade in my other hand
the instrument that shall reunite me with my family
Copyright © Peter Little | Year Posted 2010
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