Your first breath,
came with her death.
It was supposed to be a happy day,
but that was all swept away.

I think she knew that she would die
and for that I will not cry.
You are that is left
of my dear friend Beth.

You remind me of her everyday,
even though she couldn't stay.
For her I will try,
for her I will cry.

Soon after her death
your father took his last breath.
With all the grief
it all seemed so brief.

He forgot about you
didn't want to start a new.
He took his life
with that blasted knife.

A family of three,
never meant to be.
Left to me,
my child to be.