There is no madness Darker farther Than the depths Of losing a daughter I sit now praying Her soul is In heaven And everyday Is peace and warmth And how I mourn Her memory Study her every feature And how I Wish to be again Her father And kiss her forehead Tell her I love her But grace is fallow And nature cruel And bad things Can happen I knew But I was only Thinking that The very day You skinned your Knee biking I never knew I'd be forever Cursed to dream Without you
I am sorry I did not attach this note sooner. My daughter passed years ago. This poem was written on one of those times I have to revisit that pain. I did not intend to mislead anyone.