Daughter Death Poems - Poems about Daughter Death

My Father's Love Echo

The arrival of his departure 
(A numb and cruel upheaval starter)
was an emotional core rupture;
a visual goodbye to my father.

I saw his final, last inhale
that would never flow to release.
I saw his life light fade to pale
before leaving to forever peace.

In time, I joyously came to know
his essence was such a strong force,
he could bend

A Wilderness of Mirrors

I wake up in a room full of mirrors,
a funhouse of distortion
where reality is blurred.
I gasp, for in one of the mirrors,
I see a young version of me—
rocking and singing a lullaby
to my newborn baby girl,
with a full head of dark hair.
By my side, a little boy with blue eyes and blond hair—
a million-dollar family.
Sighing

The Cold Embrace of Death

Darkened my world,
Turned it upside down.
A cloud of grief follows me around.
The sun shines, but my eyes see darkness.
A mother’s worst nightmare
Became my reality.
Torn from this earthly world—
My brown-eyed baby girl.
Grown up, but always my baby,
Leaving me in a whirlwind of misery.
Always trying to honour her,
Keep speaking her name.

Cling to her memory like a lifeline,
Whispering,

An Old Photo of You

			“An Old PhotoOf You“.

	I just found….  A photo of you, 
	The photo is old,
	but my memories of you… are new.
	These are the days.. that just fade away, 
	
	Never know what to say, or do.
	I stay in bed all night and day,
	Shots of whisky to make me… 
	 but I’m just counting sheep 

	And lying

Sonnet for a Loved One - In Memory of Kim

We lose our loved ones since life is wayward. 
For everyone, the breath of death, it stinks.
Its kiss, calamitous shame. E'en flowers
turn martyrs, beauty burns, and despair sinks.

A proud mother barred from her cherished calf.
She hates the dark hole, black toll, worthless tomb 
which stakes a Cross, and none will wish to laugh
when elephant sorrows

Life

My heart aches my mind is blown
The Voice I have is still unknown
Thoughts from years ago I used to have 
We're nightmares that are all just stabs.
My Mind tricks me into thinking of things
That were probably never coming true 
My soul is exhausted from the life I know
Which is why I'd rather be cold and

First Christmas Without You

I’m sitting here wondering
how I made it through the day.
My heart aches, my eyes are swollen.
My wish to have you back is not a reality.

The stark truth is
you are never coming back.
Last Christmas, we celebrated
the whole day with you—
knocking on your door at dawn,
sharing a breakfast feast
around your table.

So much happiness and love
surrounded us
on that

Her gentle kiss

Mother,
You are not here to soothe my restless night,
To kiss my dawn and make mornings bright.
No gentle hands to brush the dust away,
Or calm the storms my weary heart conveys.

Anne

It was the beautiful Anne 
who bore the secret to his smile,
Maybe the wrinkle of her eye when she smiled,
The beautiful Anne was a blessing in disguise,
She was the heartbeat of his life,
To him she was the painter of life in disguise,
The floor she walked was kissed by him,
He was the happiest man when Anne

How My First Poem Was Born

My daughter’s last breath
my first poem, “Stay,” was born—
a sad mother’s grief,
desperate for a reason
to stay for another day.

Heartbeat

Your picture on the stand
Stares back at me and I understand
The meaning of missing a part of my heart
A feeling that lingered from the start
You remain as real as my breath
Even in death

We count the days and never miss a mark
Gazing at each other knowing the reason in the dark
Hands reaching out clinging
Our love carries

Little girl

All the life, hearing cluttering of weapons is rough,
Being a single daughter is tough.
Last I remember, you held me when I was six,
I was injured and you were trying to fix.
Mama died saving me, I needed immediate attention,
But your one stare and even at that tender age, I was an addition to your tension.
I felt

Daughter In Heaven

The storyline changed without a warning,
Leaving me in endless mourning.

They say, “Stay in the moment,” but
how can I stay
When all I have left are your yesterdays to replay?

My mind wanders, reliving the wonders—
Your smile, your voice, and the love I still honour.

I am still here and embracing life;
I just falter a bit more since one

A Blessing

Today is the six-month mark
And that reality is stark.
How am I still standing?
It must be a big misunderstanding.
A mother’s heart cannot bear that kind of pain,
To survive, I hold on to the past in vain.
I relive the past thirty years,
The good, the bad, and the ugly, and it is so very clear.
To this mama’s heart,

Robert Sherriff - Australian -Pearly Gates

Robert Sherriff - Australian - Poet -Author - Singer - Actor - American Historian  Photographer

Pearly Gates

In life, I never take anything for granted. Everything is free, but nothing is guaranteed—except for the certainty of tomorrow when we all must face our final moments. Will God or Jesus take you by the hand and lead

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