Daughter Death Poems | Examples

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 love air to a flowing echo
and sound it when I needed him most. 

I feel sure my father's echo has limits.
Souls exist in spirit realms, so echo assists
must be supremely granted gifts.
At times I feel soak in the depths his visit.

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 contently, I hold them close to me.

A muffled sound—sobbing—is heard in the distance,
the sound alarmingly familiar.
The mother sobs uncontrollably,
her graying hair and lines on her face
reveal a much older version of myself,
clutching to her heart
a picture of a beautiful, brown-eyed girl with dimples.
In the mirror, she reads: RIP.

The mirror doesn’t lie.

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, Please come back to me.
The wind echoing, I’m still here beside you, my Mommy.
Feeling a gentle touch on my cheek
Where my tears are falling silently.
The pain so immense,
The grieving so quiet.

The passage of time has not lessened the pain—
I’ve just learned to carry it differently.
I understand:
We breathe, not forever.
We walk in body, not forever.
We live, and we die.
But one thing that does not change
Is the love I have for you—
In life, in death, and evermore.

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 here wide awake, …  just.
	Staring at that photo of you.
	And.. the emptiness of life.
	Haunted by an old photo of you.

	And the sheep painted on your cute little red shoes.
	Before that drunk driver……. killed you.
	And.. the emptiness of life.
	With just An old photo of you,

	And the white sheep painted on your cute little red shoes.



				© London F. BuSS

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 sit in their room.

Delivering the soul that once possessed
this womb, love's fired quiver, miracle born
to seed fresh wonders ~ we had been blessed
to follow your springtime steps too-soon shorn. 
     Now, standing as rainbows still scroll skies wide,
     our hopes on Calv'ry stayed, whate'er the tide.

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 blue!

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 fateful day of 2023.
So much hope for the new year,
ending the year skating with the family.

I would have held you longer.
I would have told you I love you every second.
I would have stared into your eyes
and breathed in your aura.

I would.
I would.
I would.

But I no longer can.

Now, the world is not as bright.
A big piece of the puzzle is missing.
Your energy, your smile, your kindness—
taken for granted when you had breath.

No one can hold a candle to you.
You are a shining star,
beaming so brightly down on us.

A somber Christmas
Remembering,
and missing
YOU.

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 touched his skin,
Anne was as pretty as thousand roses,
To him Anne was the answer to what future poses ,
The day he married Anne 
was the amalgamation of all the wishes and good deeds made by him ,
Just when he thought he coudnt be happier 
Annie proved otherwise 
She gave him the most beautiful surprise 
as she whispered she bore their child 
He picked her up and carried her never wanting her to leave his sight ,
Annes beauty was never unknown 
In the deaths ear echoed her name, 
It was the excruciating birth the amazing Anne coudnt sustain,
Leaving him with a daughter he didn't even want to name 
The daughter who was her mothers reflection 
Never got the love 
her father possessed for the same eyes 
No matter how much the daughter ever try 
she coudnt make him love Annes face ever again

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 us from the beginning
Not a day goes by without mentioning your name
Memories of you burn like a flame

The silence feels heavy in the air
Life is not the same without our dear Carebear
You were a ray of light and now the missing link nothing could prepare us
We grieve, we celebrate and in our love we trust

The Unthinkable 
Is now the Unbearable

A beautiful legacy you left behind
Two hearts that loved you intertwined
We carry the pain a tribute to you
In every memory your light shines through

You are a testament that love endures beyond loss
If it means remembering you I will bear it like a cross
Your memories carry me
To a place where it is always Christmas and carefree

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 like that day not only my mother but also my father was cremated,
For nothing remained the same after that day - ill fated.

Years passed, the distance between us grew,
Had it been ten years ago, it would have been new.
You don't answer my calls anymore,
My ears dried waiting to be called just once more.
Your missions now last for days , weeks or even months.
I waited, waited for you to get over your grief and say "Mi amore, papa missed his little girl"
Alas! I grew up,  not being treated like a pearl.
With me now lying in my pool of blood,
You might be holding me close to your chest and crying a flood.
But..... You got late, Dad
There was no other option 'your little princess' had.
Loved you so much Dad, that neither words can express nor you can guess.

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 of my wings has taken flight.
Missing all the moments that could have been,
Searching for answers within.

Hurt—
Clinging to the echoes of your shirt.

The fabric left behind
Soothes my heart in kind.

The remnant of your beating heart
Is the glue that held me from the start.

My mind conjures different endings;
In each, you are still standing.

The wonder of the mind keeps me safe,
Wrapping me in a cocoon amid the tragedy I face.

One more day of grace, I shout,
To breathe in deeply and breathe out.

Lift,
Savour,
Prayers,
Gift.

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 you away from the streets of London, Paris, New York, or Melbourne, Australia? Will they guide you through those pearly white gates that lead to Heaven?

Potholes

Happily cheering and laughing ,swinging,
as the dad is carefully pushing it.
He is on cloud nine ,looking at her joyous face.
The bright skies have fallen  ,clouds turned dark,
and the storm has washed away  the roads,
taking away the only rainbow in his life.
Taking her ashes to high and low places
for justice but in vain,they cant fight
against a pothole,which is gallows to
the people taking these paths.
Pain,aganst,agony ,beautiful memories,
deep void of his heart,have all
turned him into filling the holes
and safe proofing the paths,so 
no one ever loses their love like him.
This torch has been burning since two decades
and will do,as long as ill people exist.
It was supposed to be a torch but
we made him burn an eternal flame.
Will this flame ever see a shine,
well.....you tell me.......

PS:This poem is written after knowing about a father who lost his daughter to potholes filled roads
     in an accident(kaam chaalu hai..movie trailer).
Written on:12-4-2024

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