Oh! My maiden fair has fallen by the way,
she slumbers the sleep of all who decay.
I would rest her precious pilus against my skin
and brush each tendril over and over again
She lingers not...nor does she tarry
she has quickened in spirit as a bride does marry
No solace for my anguish no tears can I cry
nothing excretes from within my eyes
Ill form these last few words as I would goodbye
I love you my daughter...all I can do now is try
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Author:
Leah Sharp (
Offline) - Published: July 18th, 2016 19:34
- Category: Family
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Comments4
Thanks for sharing LEAH ~ Beautiful Poem and a very beautiful picture. In my extended Family and among my Friends ~ I observe thet the "Mother & Daughter" bond in very very strong and eternal.. All this is evident in your perfect poem ! Your Friend ~ BRIAN
Beautiful words Brian
She was my life...
Being a parent, your poem broke my heart, wonderfully written, and in the end, try is all we can do!
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